All
at once he saw a way out of the threatening doldrums. "
Prudence felt the hands stiffen oddly; and again the thought came to her that
perhaps this poor child's father had once been, perhaps still was, in the same
category as this Taber. Then Anna spoke more seriously than usual. It’s the poor dears who do, who
know they will, know they can’t keep it up, who need to clutch at way-side
flowers. It was a moment or two before Gerald realised that he could feel the
fluttering of her pulse beneath the light touch he had on her wrist, and that her
fingers were trembling in his. “I want,” he said, with a white hand outstretched, “to take you out to tea. “I’ll never be happy again! I hate you! But most of
all, what you have made me! A flesh-eating demon
cannibal, just like you! I should be dead, dead and lying at
the bottom of the sea. Horrible!"
"Poor soul! her senses are going again," said Mr. ’
She turned and swept away from him, pacing the length of the room to the
window Gerald had unshuttered. . But God did
not put you next door. "
"I never doubted the latter point, I assure you, Madam," observed Mrs. By his side sat a remarkably stout dame, to whom he paid as
much attention as it was in his iron nature to pay.
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