’ ‘Captain Roding, sir,’ put in Gerald, adding on a jocular note, ‘Another of the green whippersnappers you had to contend with some years back. ’ As if to bear her out, the door opened at this precise moment to admit Saling, who barely announced Captain Roding before the man himself strode into the room. "I have had Kanakas who could read and write in Dutch, and English, though. Bête, she told herself fiercely. May I do so to-day?” “It’s your gate,” she said, amiably; “you got it first. ” “Perhaps,” she said, “I am superstitious. And I'll have supper with you. Her glance, absorbing the gilt letters and their significance, communicated to her poised body a species of paralysis.
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