“Some day,” she answered. "Please, Hoddy, always tell me when do I things wrong. I shall not let you go till I am quite sure. Tell me about your island. "Well?" he whispered. But his words were borne away by the driving wind. She said it audibly, having learned long since that an audible prayer was a concentrated one. Don’t be afraid to go on thinking it. Still he looked hale and hearty, and the country life he led had imparted a ruddier glow to his cheek. ’ ‘Poor little devil,’ said Gerald, genuinely sorry for her. Do you want me, too?” “Yes,” she whispered foolishly, in the throes of rapture. She read on and on, now thrilled by the swiftly moving drama, now enraptured by the tender passages of love.
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