That was one of the mysterious qualities of this child of the lagoon: she had always at instant service that Oriental mask of impenetrable calm that no Occidental trick could dislodge. Come every day to see you was flourishing. “Why did you ever let me love you? Why did you ever let me peep through the gates of Paradise? Oh! my God! I don’t begin to feel and realize this yet. Instinctively she knew—some human recollection she had inherited—that she must not disturb him in this man-agony. He stood transfixed. “I ought to have done anything! “What’s a man for? “Friendship!” He doubled up his fist, and seemed to contemplate thrusting it through the window. To-night all this may seem hard and cruel. During this period Sir Montacute has been gathered to his fathers.
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