He could not tell by the look of her whether she was glad or sorry that presently she would be free. He then mounted the jaded hack, which had long since regained its legs, and was quietly browsing the grass at the road-side, and, striking spurs into its side, rode off. His face was a little flushed perhaps, and his small, brown eyes were bright. For a moment he believed this merely a new phase of the dream. There are way-stations—even terminals. " At luncheon, preoccupied in thought, Spurlock did not notice the pallor on Ruth's cheeks or the hunted look in her eyes.
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