She warmed to him fast, her anger was much harder to carry than the pleasant everyday neutrality of affection. He was content to watch her accepting compliments and gaudy bouquets full of red roses, white carnations, and purple statice. That Mr. . A glance down the passage—to see that Roding was not lurking?—and her face came back to Gerald, triumph in her eyes. Women and men had always flocked to him, covetous of his knowledge, his riches, and if all else failed, his carnal expertise. This was his sister, evidently in the last extremity. They want some fun, and there isn't any. Jonathan's vexation at the disappointment was expressed in the bitterest imprecations, and he returned as speedily as he could to the trench.
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