She knew Martha would not ask anything that she did not wish to know. She was no longer certain that she desired an Englishman, if she must judge of one in particular. He was the beachcomber, or the old sailor with the black pearl (Ruth's tales), or the wastrel musician McClintock had described to him. ’ ‘It’s no use blaming me, Gerald,’ uttered Roding, shrugging helplessly as his senior turned questioning eyes on him. ” He recovered himself.
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