’ Gerald eyed her. “Suppose I chuck it,” she remarked, standing with the mauve slip in her hand —“suppose I chuck it, and surrender and go home! Perhaps, after all, Roddy was right! “Father keeps opening the door and shutting it, but a time will come— “I could still go home!” She held Ramage’s check as if to tear it across. You have betrayed me. I said, that day at Surbiton, ‘There’s many good things in life, but there’s only one best, and that’s the wild-haired girl who’s pulling away at that oar. In fact, Gerald had given order to the coachman to drive out of Golden Square and then stop around the corner. Their eyes met, and his expressed perplexity and curiosity. But then the features changed. “You see, dear, one IS passionately anxious for something—what is it? One wants to be CLEAN. . ‘Gerald had to change both shirt and breeches. Larry kept digging heartily into his spaghetti, not intrigued in the slightest. His course, however, was no longer interrupted, and he crept on. Chapter IX BRENDON’S LUCK Anna sat in a chair in her room and sighed.
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