There was a gentle rustling of skirts. Well, this is OUR
thing. He filled his
pipe slowly. ’
‘But what have I done?’ protested Gerald innocently. Day after day—five, to be exact—she had returned to Morgan's; and each time
the man would understand what had drawn her, and with a kindly smile would
sit down at the piano and play. Knowing the South
Seas from hearsay and by travel, he knew something of that inertia which
blunted the fineness, innate and acquired, of white men and women, the eternal
warfare against indifference and slovenliness. I've watched this lad—this
Sheppard—from infancy; and, though I have apparently concerned myself little
about him, I have never lost sight of my purpose.
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