127 “But Mary Lucia, it isn’t what it looks like! She’s an old friend, there’s nothing serious going on!” Without a word, she about-faced and flew down his steps, running fast, jumping four steps at a time. ” “But Italy—” “Italy’s for a good girl,” he said, and laid his hand for a moment on her shoulder. ’ ‘Comment?’ she demanded with some heat. “Are you looking for Mike? He’s working. The effort of self-repression cost him a sob. ‘Thanks to him, Hilary and I nearly had our heads blown off. Don’t, don’t say anything now, not anything. She wanted to think of him as her beloved person, to be near him and watch him, to have him going about, doing this and that, saying this and that, unconscious of her, while she too remained unconscious of herself. The sing-song girl rose and meekly pattered out of the office into the night. ” Annabel no longer attempted to conceal her emotion. But as the students sat about Miss Garvice’s tea-pot and drank tea or smoked cigarettes, the talk got away from Capes. "I think the natives saw you coming out of the lagoon, one dawn.
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