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Wrenching his hands from her shoulders, she thrust them away and leapt up from the chair. She gained her room, and slammed her door and locked it as though she feared violence and pursuit. “Mr. “Are you a special sort of clergyman,” she said, after a pause, and looking down her nose at him, “or do you go to the Universities?” “Oh!” he said, profoundly. All our fraternity are afraid of him; but I laugh at his threats. “It’s glorious good!” “Suppose now—look at this long snow-slope and then that blue deep beyond —do you see that round pool of color in the ice—a thousand feet or more below? Yes? Well, think—we’ve got to go but ten steps and lie down and put our arms about each other. ’ Gerald held out his hand, and she meekly gave the dagger up to him. The skies became brilliant; the dry monsoon was setting in.
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