“Forgive me,” he decided to say at last, and his voice had a little quiver of emotion, and he laid his hand on hers upon her knee. When he was given the telegram he flew to the Praya, engaged the fast motorboat he had previously bespoken against the need, and started for the Macao Passage, with the vague hope of speaking The Tigress. A shudder rippled across his shoulders. Nothing ensued. While he was thus employed a farming man came into the barn. When he came to a certain sentence in Brendon’s letter he stopped short and looked up at her. A woman cannot change her soul. “You know what? You’re right. It needs cultivating, I think.
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