’ ‘I imagine it must be a relief to you, after so lucky an escape. I don’t see that men need bank it with the women. She feared he might take her tears as a sign of weakness. I’m not a bit afraid of anything—scandal, difficulty, struggle. He would always see the picture of the huge, raw-boned Dutchman, haranguing and thundering the word of God into the dull ears of South Sea Islanders, who, an hour later, would be carrying fruit penitently to their wooden images. With a cry of triumph, he rose, the sword hilt grasped in his fingers, the point swishing up towards her. “We must go. “For instance?” She smiled. Almost the best of all. It was a gorgeous May evening, the air redolent with the soapy purple scents of hyacinth and lilac. ’ ‘Yes, I’m sorry about that,’ Gerald uttered in a rueful tone. She had seen her really only at teas, with the Stanley strain in her uppermost.
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