Not a word was uttered for some time, nor any sound heard except the stilled
sobs of the unfortunate mother. That was how she projected it, and in general terms it seemed plausible and
possible. "I beg your pardon!… A bit rocky this morning…. “Well?” she said. ‘What in God’s
name do you think you’re playing at?’
‘Let me alone, man,’ Gerald muttered under his breath. She was the High Priestess. "
"All right, Mr. Manning, her aunt and father, neighbors, customs, traditions, forces. ’
‘So did your business about marrying an Englishman seem to me,’ Gerald
returned. "
"It won't. “You know,” he muttered, “you know quite well that your troubles are far more
likely to weigh upon me than my own.
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