Forgive me?” She pleaded. She sat very still, and his eyes rested on that ornament for a moment, and then travelled slowly to her wrist and the soft lines of her forearm. Get on with it, then. Then suddenly, in front of all those windows, he folded her in his arms and pressed her to him, and kissed her unresisting face. There was something markedly and deliberately liberal-minded in his manner in all their encounters. Everything had so far come to pass as the withered old Kanaka woman had foretold.
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