One studies Nature in order not to be blindly ruled by her. ‘Where’s the sense in running away?’ ‘Doesn’t trust me,’ Gerald said briefly. ’ Chapter Five ‘Now then, young Jack,’ Gerald said, turning to the lad, who was sitting in the place lately vacated by his self-appointed mistress, but in a state of far less relaxation. Before he could return, Jack had made good his retreat; and, wandering about the lanes and hedges, kept out of sight as much as possible. Upon a table, where they had been hastily deposited, on the intelligence of Darrell's accident, lay a pair of pink kid gloves, bordered with lace, and an enormous fan; the latter, when opened, represented the metamorphosis and death of Actæon. Probably his first serious bout with John Barleycorn. It was the moment for smiles. At this moment she was staring ahead; and again came the opportunity to study her. ‘How disappointing,’ mourned Gerald. The pleasure intensified quickly, it was as much control as she dared to lose as she heard herself calling his name with all her breath.
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