She could not judge its direction, and began to move swiftly
along the bookshelves, her hand running behind her across the spines of the calfbound volumes. It was bleeding again. Day after day—five, to be exact—she had returned to Morgan's; and each time
the man would understand what had drawn her, and with a kindly smile would
sit down at the piano and play. I cannot tell you
much about it, but my bad times are over for the present. ’
So pat, thought Gerald. "You mean, it doesn't
matter?"
"Poor Hoddy! When you were ill in Canton, out of your head, you babbled
words. As soon as dinner was over she went into the
kitchen and devoted herself to compiling a tray—not a tray merely of halfcooled dinner things, but a specially prepared “nice” tray, suitable for tempting
any one. "Your father—poor imbecile!—believes we ran away
together. “Delicious!” she murmured. "Joan! Joan!" vociferated he, "open the door, for God's sake, or I shall be
murdered, and so will your babby! Open the door quickly, I say. There's another lad at the gate waiting for him—the same who
was here just now, that Sir Rowland was speaking of, who fastened up the jewelcase for her ladyship. Why? He could preach the Word and
deny Love!—tame the savage heart, succour broken white men!—pray with his
face strained with religious fervour! The idea made her dizzy because it was so
inexplicable.
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