‘I’ll make you an offer. And she—’ ‘She!’ interrupted the young lady crossly. Shall we say at half-past seven?” She rose from her chair. ” “I’m sorry. O God! O God!" And he appeared convulsed with agony. That handsome, finely drawn face belonged to a soul with clean ideals. “I hope that it has not done any harm. She kicked both of her legs with the force of a bull, sending a blow into Rhea’s borrowed legs. To-morrow he might be sorry; but to-day, this hour! She rose, not quickly, but with a dignity which only accentuated her beauty. There was a hint of tears in her voice. ‘It had better not be, by God,’ had barked Captain Hilary Roding. Someday I'll take you down there and have them rig up the coconut dance for you. CHAPTER XIX.
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