He sat alone in his brother’s old car night after night that summer, staring blankly at the red sky beyond the abandoned farmhouse where she had once shown him her secrets. But men are often blind to rings. “Men’s waists are neither here nor there; A man scores always, everywhere. It was an excuse, dredged up on the spur of the moment to cover a slip. They had refused. Her back arched slightly in response. The young fellow was almost as odd in his way as the girl was in hers. It would surely be only common politeness to drop her a hint—a fellow countrywoman too. He turned to observe what this object was that had so unexpectedly diverted the young man's attention. Supposing that was it; at least, a solution to part of this amazing riddle? Supposing her father had made her assist him in the care of the derelicts solely to fill her with loathing and abhorrence for mankind? "Didn't you despise the men your father brought home—the beachcombers?" "No. Earles was absolutely indifferent.
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