I begin to understand Jane Austen and chintz covers and decency and refinement and all the rest of it. The smells of skewered fennel, roast chicken, and broiled pheasant saturated the air, and she could smell other wonderful aromas about them. Ah! how I wish, poor dear Sir Cecil were alive! he'd keep him in order. "Not entirely," replied Jonathan, calmly; "though I shouldn't be ashamed of it if it were. The Dawn Pearl! To be with her constantly, with no diversions to serve as barricades! Damn McClintock for putting this thought in his head—that Ruth loved him! He flung himself upon the beach, face downward, his outflung hands digging into the sand: which was oddly like his problem—he could not grip it.
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