But never mind that," said McClintock grinning as he drew the dish of bread-fruit toward him. ‘What in God’s name do you think you’re playing at?’ ‘Let me alone, man,’ Gerald muttered under his breath. There was a new softness in her eyes, a hesitation, a timidity about her manner which was almost pathetic. He seemed inexorable, and inscrutable as fate itself. . Hill closed his eyes. Here it is. Goopes down on him with the lesson Titian teaches so beautifully in his “Sacred and Profane Love,” and became quite eloquent upon the impossibility of any deception in the former.
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