’ As a matter of fact, I
am not. “Good-bye, John,” she said simply. "When is he to suffer?" she demanded, fixing her large black eyes, which burnt
with an insane gleam, upon him. Was not Gerald altogether on her side? He
was, even though he played games like an imbecile, a person tout à fait
sympathique as she had discovered at the outset. In you—if you can love me—there is
salvation. She was feeling extraordinarily well that night, so that the sense of
her body was a deep delight, a realization of a gentle warmth and strength and
elastic firmness. Supposing that was it; at least, a solution to part of this
amazing riddle? Supposing her father had made her assist him in the care of the
derelicts solely to fill her with loathing and abhorrence for mankind?
"Didn't you despise the men your father brought home—the beachcombers?"
"No. ‘Yes, that is what the nuns they said of me. But I liked the things you said here. His face, as he
looked down where his hand sought for a weapon concealed in her petticoat, was
so close that she could see only the line of his firm jaw, the drag of his powdered
hair that drew it into the military pigtail, and the black ribbon that adorned it.
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