But between us, we'll have him writing books some day. His attitude toward her was purely intellectual, free of any sentimentality, utterly selfish. The terror faded from her eyes. But let that verse tell my secret. "In favour of my son. Anna was still holding her cigarette between her fingers. The features were indistinct, but was that not a halo of white about it? And the dark shadow below, was that a cloak, or the habit of a nun? Skirting the dancing, from which he had taken a breather—not from lack of energy, but to escape the inanities of the young ladies he had partnered—Gerald made his way to a side door in the saloon and opened it.
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