"Do you submit?" interrogated Wild. A tarnish of constraint that had recently spread over her intercourse with Capes vanished again. ’ Amusement flickered in Gerald’s breast. The fresh air, which blew in his face, greatly revived him. You may go back, Marthe. . . Then began expostulations, preluded by a telegram and headed by her aunt. Perhaps I ate something spoiled for breakfast. . Yet she took with her an uneasy consciousness that in this affair might lie the germs of future trouble.
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