’ ‘Nothing of the sort,’ Gerald said calmly, sipping at his burgundy. Rather a hazardous spot for a convalescent, and McClintock had been doubtful at first; but Spurlock declared that he was a good sailor, which was true. She foraged about in her mind for some satisfying equivalent which would express in English this gurgling drone the Chinese called a language. Pragmar, the wholesale druggist, who lived three gardens away, and who had been mowing his lawn to get an appetite for dinner, standing in a fascinated attitude beside the forgotten lawn-mower and watching her intently. ‘She wormed it out of me, the little fiend. Of this I'm certain, however, she was much too good for him, and was never meant to be a journeyman carpenter's wife, still less what is she now.
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