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‘Don’t start arguing again, for God’s sake,’ snapped Roding irritably, dragging
out his own large pocket-handkerchief. I
found it on the beach, just sitting there nestled inside a
piece of driftwood. I will tell you this much, because you have been kind. He will tell you confidentially that he simply hates
the place. He nodded. The sing-song girl, seeing Ruth, extended her hands and began to chatter rapidly. She pushed. If he senses fear in the touch of your hand, he'll give you trouble. She plucked at the knots of her racket and heard him to the end, then
spoke in a restrained undertone. He
must never refuse her anything which was within his power to grant—anything
(he modified) which did not lead to his motives. Perhaps, after all, the others were right. The age of this individual could not be more than twenty-one; his
figure was tall, robust, and gracefully proportioned; and his clear gray eye and
open countenance bespoke a frank, generous, and resolute nature. Much too formal for a cosy chat between old friends.
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