I can't concentrate on my
work. "
"Perhaps not," replied Jack, to whom an idea had suddenly occurred. I'll send you word
when I catch him. Wood will be here
presently. ’
‘All the way to England?’
She opened wide eyes. Sated, he rolled off her body and retired to his
quarters. She was a large, resilient girl, with
a foolish smile, a still more foolish expression of earnestness, and a throaty
contralto voice. ‘Gerald, this is a nun’s habit. And in these crowded four weeks,
what had she learned? That all horizons were lies: that smiles and handshakes
and goodbyes and welcomes were lies: that there were really no to-morrows,
only a treadmill of to-days: and that out of these lies and mirages she had
plucked a bitter truth—she was alone. Those were dreams.
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