Again he played for her; and again the eruption of the strange senses that lay hidden in her soul. Or else I would have finished him. ‘I must get a handkerchief. I am not angry with you, but with this—this—’ ‘Idiot? Imbecile?’ offered Gerald in a helpful tone. Hang it, there must be something about her that will give it away. A thickly-set, sandy young man, with an unwholesome complexion and grease-smooth hair, had entered the room.
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