I took the money myself, and ought to know. Indeed, she did not want to think of him as loving her. I won't have a beachcomber on the island. The picture in her mind altered and she saw again the way Gerald had looked with consternation upon the bruises he had inflicted on her wrist. The Wastrel wiped the blood from his forehead. She had viewed them askance, and without exchanging ideas with any one else in the world about them. That was supposed to be Madame Valade. This is part of a dream— some evil fancy. We’ll have Trodger check it out later.
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