” “It seems so—so unworthy”—she picked among her phrases “of the noble love you give—” She stopped, through the difficulty she found in expressing herself. ’ ‘I spit on your plan,’ Melusine told him furiously. "Of yourself," he replied, in a mournful tone. ” Tears flowed down her face. ’ ‘I am afraid that there is,’ Gerald told her evenly. It would send business elsewhere; and the hotel business in Canton was never so prosperous that one could afford to lose a single guest. Spurlock mused over the previous night. She got up and unlocked the door. Something forbade him to draw her toward him and seal the compact with a kiss. Perhaps I ought not to; but this isn't a case to fiddle-faddle over.
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