“To your room!” Michelle cowered, her face flushed with anger. John looked at his feet bashfully. The kiss was powerfully moving. “I can’t keep away from you. She was new, unlike any other woman he had met in all his wide travel. Even to my own brother—if I had one—I could not tell everything, and you, although you are so kind, you are almost a stranger, aren’t you?” “No, no!” he protested. Knowing the South Seas from hearsay and by travel, he knew something of that inertia which blunted the fineness, innate and acquired, of white men and women, the eternal warfare against indifference and slovenliness. “I love this warm end of summer more than words can tell,” he said.
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