For a time they walked in silence. “Why destroy me, child? There are so many secrets I 231 could tell you. To find the incentive! But how? Thither and yon the idea roved, seeking the way. “There is something to be said for the lady-like theory after all,” she admitted. “Slavery! Downtroddenness! When I think of it I feel all over boot marks— men’s boots. All through that brief but measureless space of time during which wonder kept him silent, as fear did her, she cowered there, a limp helpless object. ‘Sleeping like a baby, he is. You keep on coming truer, after you have seemed to come altogether true. "Come along, my sly shaver. In Darrell's open features, frankness and honour were written in legible characters; while, in Jack's physiognomy, cunning and knavery were as strongly imprinted.
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