She regarded him coldly, as though wondering whether
he had anything further to say. . “Miss Pellissier is nothing to me
except a young lady for whom I have the most profound and respectful
admiration. You have misunderstood. ” She side-stepped into his living room
from behind a square white column. “Promise. She had fallen into it naturally, the only expression of the dance
she had ever seen or known, and that a stolen sweet. “But it is so difficult——”
“Not at all,” he answered eagerly. ‘Oh no, you don’t,’ said Gerald in a low tone. The odour of coconut prevailed, delicately but abidingly; for, save for
the occasioned pleasure junket, The Tigress was a copra carrier, shell and fibre. Who was he to tread on her dreams? She had heroworshipped an unscrupulous adventurer, who had not hesitated to impose on her
youth and her ignorance.
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