She began to exercise those lures which were bred in her bone—the bones of all women. “One has such ridiculous ideas of the wicked common people and the beautiful machinery of order that ropes them in. ’ You mean you hope you do, thought Gerald cynically. Mr. ’ A peal of laughter came from the girl. For what indeed does she do? A simple song, no gesture, no acting, nothing. ’ Gerald tutted. It was the sing-song girl idea, magnified many diameters. “What ought she to do?” “Suppose you—” “Yes, suppose I—” He felt that his advice was being asked.
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