”
“I will think of it,” she promised. "
"Nothing else?"
"No. There was question in Gerald’s gaze as it met hers, and apology in his voice. He tried to raise an outcry, but his throat was
again forcibly griped by Rowland. 272
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EPILOGUE
She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack
swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming
silver in their starkness. He stopped on the curb-stone, not facing her
but as if he was on his way to cross the road, and spoke to her suddenly over his
shoulder. “I wonder,” he said, “if women do know things by instinct? I have my doubts
about feminine instinct. “A modern girl does understand these terms. That her husband was not touching her anymore grew
to be like a disease, something to be cured. A forgotten island beyond the ship
lanes, where that grim Hand would falter and move blindly in its search for him!
From what he had read, there wouldn't be much to do; and in the idle hours he
could write. ”
The girl sat up and looked at him with a curious twist at the corners of her mouth
—humorous or pathetic, he could not tell which. "
"Not quite," replied the manager.
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