The general did what he might to hush it up, and paid handsomely to manage it, I daresay. “Wise! Kind! What mockery words are! I came because I had to. ‘What in God’s name do you think you’re playing at?’ ‘Let me alone, man,’ Gerald muttered under his breath. . In the twilight he had ceased to be a person one could tackle and shame; he had become something more general, a something that crawled and sneaked toward her and would not let her alone. I shall quit this roof to-morrow. You forget all the mass of training and tradition and instinct that go to make him a tolerable master. ‘Would that your mistress were as trusting. She had also discovered the names of Grimm and Andersen; but at that time she had not been able to visualize "the pale slender things with gossamer wings"—fairies. Why shouldn't James Boyle pinch out a little fun while waiting? How was he to anticipate the girl and the sea-tramp called The Tigress? Something that wasn't in the play at all but had walked out of the scenery like the historical black cat? "I'll have to punish a lot of tobacco to get the kinks out of this. You had better go to bed.
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