" CHAPTER XIII. She remained on guard. ‘What in God’s name do you think you’re playing at?’ ‘Let me alone, man,’ Gerald muttered under his breath. " "I wish I could, Joan," returned the carpenter, sadly. Probably some woman on the loose; they were as thick as flies over here—dizzy blondes. Why? Love was a word of God's, and yet her father had denied it—denied it to the Book, denied it to his own flesh and blood. . I have hurt and snubbed poor Teddy.
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