Why can’t you let it be?’ Gerald grinned at him. Beauty doesn’t mean, never has meant, anything—anything at all but you. ” She looked at him quizzically. A beachcomber in embryo, and she had lent a hand through habit as much as through pity. ’ ‘Like your father,’ Gerald put in deliberately. " "That kind of talk makes you sound like a white man.
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