“Vee!” said Miss Stanley, “you hear what your father says!” Miss Stanley struggled with emotion. And no ill-chances. Their journey had made them indolent, the afternoon was warm, and it seemed impossible to breathe a sweeter air. For the face under her gaze she could find but one expression—fine. "Can't you take me with you?" urged the voice; "I'll make it well worth your while. ‘We?’ Gerald smiled. Wild's figure. The natural gaiety of the place seemed to have affected them both.
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