She turned into the study, sat down at the table and fingered the pencils,
curiously stirred. ‘It does not seem to
me that you can be an emissary for that pig. Books!
She knew now what had saved her—her mother's hand, reaching down from
heaven, had set the giver's flaming eyes upon the covers of these books. Moored to the steps, several wherries were dancing in the rushing current, as if
impatient of restraint. She set her fingers in the hair and tugged, drawing him to a sitting
posture and stooping so that her eyes would be on the level with his when he
awoke. “For no other reason than you talk too much. CHAPTER XXVII
His idea, cleverly planned, was to shatter her resistance, to confound her
suddenly by striking her mind with words which would rob her coherent
thought. He waved a hand toward the
sea. The latch had not fully caught. "
"You might trust me," said Rachel, in an offended tone; "but never mind.
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