” “I have heard of the Fabians,” said Ann Veronica. Well might she do so, Gerald thought in irritation. The island had evidently grown round this lagoon, approached it gradually from the volcanic upheaval—an island of coral and lava. The evenings were beginning to draw out, and it would not be dark for an hour. “But you yourself,” she exclaimed, glancing into his face, “you too look tired. Her mother had died when she was thirteen, her two much older sisters had married off—one submissively, one insubordinately; her two brothers had gone out into the world well ahead of her, and so she had made what she could of her father. But although startled and clearly afraid, there was no self-consciousness in her gaze and she was standing her ground. What she admired in her man was his resolute defense of his opinions.
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