’ ‘Will you go back there?’ asked Gerald. He grabbed her hair viciously and whispered loudly into her tear-streaked face. “I am too much in earnest,” he answered, “to be able to take this matter lightly. One trouble, however, shot its slanting bolts athwart the shining warmth of that opening day and marred its perfection, and that was the thought of her father. It was during Martin’s Violin Concerto that she was extraordinary. And now, come and sit by me, my dear, and let's have a little quiet chat together. “Idiotic, isn’t it?” “Absolutely,” she agreed coldly. She trembled; but she did not know why. And the infernal thought of that kiss returned—the softness of her lips and the cool smoothness of her cheeks.
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