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" "Risk, or no risk, I shall go," replied Jack. A woman hard to read, who seemed to delight in keeping locked up behind that fascinating rigidity of feature the intense sensibility which had been revealed to him, her master, only in occasional and rare moments of enthusiasm. " "Very true," chuckled Jackson; "very true. Michelle and her father sat in the audience, Diane having chosen to stay home to prepare dinner. I've been hunting for this particular job for a thousand years!" She smiled a little sadly over this fine enthusiasm; for in her wisdom she had a clear perception where it would eventually end—in the veranda chair. ’ Gerald unfolded his arms and threw his hands in the air. But she was relentless. She liked his face; it had on it the suggestion of gentleness, of fineness. There was the world besides, looming darker and larger. . He seemed inexorable, and inscrutable as fate itself. The mere fact that he was there in the train alongside her, helping her, sitting opposite to her in the dining-car, presently sleeping on a seat within a yard of her, made her heart sing until she was afraid their fellow passengers would hear it. They might applaud, or object, or interfere, but the drama was her very own. She hated the manor.
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