"Ay, ay," rejoined Sheppard; "he may do what he pleases,—hang me, if he thinks proper,—if you wish it. There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. ’ The questions that had long haunted her came out at last. “Then let me be the judge of what is best,” she answered. I will tell you what you shall give me, if you like. ’ He stopped suddenly, dismay creeping into his face. ’ Gerald’s eyes never left the girl.
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