The tropical dawn is swift. From what she could tell, he truly had convinced himself that he was in love with her, but she knew that his ardor would fade eventually inasmuch as she knew John’s would. “And you must please not look at me as though I were an executioner,” she declared lightly. " "Be pacified, sweet soul," said Wood, looking meaningly at Thames; "you shall go, and I will accompany you. “—but this cannot be. ‘Comment? This is not a mirror!’ It was a portrait.
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