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By the side of her plate was a small
key. "What's the matter with the man?" demanded Wild. ”
Anna looked at her sister gravely. There were shadows
under his eyes. That handsome, finely drawn face
belonged to a soul with clean ideals. "I am," replied Jonathan, following him, "and so," he added in an undertone, "are
your captors. And, if
you'll give me such a smack of your sweet lips, Miss, as you've just given
Thames, I'll take myself off in less than no time. I said, that day at Surbiton, ‘There’s many good things in life, but
there’s only one best, and that’s the wild-haired girl who’s pulling away at that
oar. You
can’t possibly understand!”
He began a confused explanation, a perplexing contradictory apology for his
urgency and wrath. ”
He paused, with his eyes studying her gravely. He played for an hour—Grieg, Chopin, Rubenstein, Liszt,
crashing music.
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