“We are both of us trenching upon forbidden ground,” she said. " "Ay, but it is strange how much it resembles somebody for whom it's not intended. “Yeah, I know. At length he proceeded toward McClintock's bungalow, drawn by the lights and the sound of music. “Martin, I don’t know what to say. ” He threw open the door of the sitting-room and switched on the electric light. A hollow feeling opened up inside her, and she felt her heartbeat quicken. ” She was frightened—his anger always did frighten her—and in her resolve to conceal her fright she carried a queen-like dignity to what she felt even at the time was a preposterous pitch. He was the beachcomber, or the old sailor with the black pearl (Ruth's tales), or the wastrel musician McClintock had described to him.
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