Leonardo he was my—’ ‘Don’t say it,’ Gerald cut in hoarsely. A certain irritation crept into his manner as he did so. Her cogitations were dissipated by a knock on the door. This was the first young man who had drawn from her something more than speculative interest. “You MUST,” he said, “because of my depression. A white man, wandering about the streets of Canton at night, was a challenge to such a catastrophe. To get behind that impenetrable curtain, to learn why she hated her island. Her girl, Clarice, was ten and just as pretty as a silver bell.
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