We can love on a snow cornice, we can love over a pail of whitewash. I'll be at the Cross Shovels in the course of the day. The beautiful city that she had been awed by and even grown to love had been abandoned. She thought her niece very hard and very self-possessed and self-confident. ‘Precisely,’ agreed Gerald. Why? Love was a word of God's, and yet her father had denied it—denied it to the Book, denied it to his own flesh and blood. If you choose, you can see him put on board the Zeeslang yourself, Sir Rowland.
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