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Lucy drank them as the first rays of watery sunlight
seeped through the mullioned windows, then put their
husks in the claw-footed bathtub. ‘What mischief?’
‘I don’t know, but I’ll go bail you’re at something. Manning called. Gerald frowned. You have to come over to my house. “I am too much in earnest,” he answered, “to be able to take this matter lightly. . ”
“Tell me more. The room was intimate and wonderful
to her with its shadows now cast over the girlish
menagerie of stuffed animals. The sing-song girl, her fiddle broken, was beating her forehead upon the floor
and wailing: Ai, ai! Ai, ai! Spurlock—or Taber, as he called himself—sat
slumped in a chair, staring with glazed eyes at nothing, absolutely uninterested in
the confusion for which he was primarily accountable. His face was half hidden under a
freshly pipeclayed sola topee—sun-helmet. Dieu du ciel! Gerald was kissing her!
She struggled to be free, and the arms that held her loosened, the lips leaving
hers. If she delayed a day she would delay
two days, if she delayed two days she would delay a week, and after a week
things would be adjusted to submission forever.
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