By the will of Mr. May I do so to-day?” “It’s your gate,” she said, amiably; “you got it first. I seed he was one,—and a sharp un, too,—at a glance. “Why—it’s—it’s you!” Amazement seemed to dry up the torrents of his speech. “But why,” he said in the gasping voice of one subduing an agony, and looked at her from under a pain-wrinkled brow, “why did you not tell me this before?” “I didn’t know—I thought I might be able to control myself. " "I can at least, protect myself," replied Wild, with, provoking calmness. Tell him about the island, the coconut dance, the wooden tom-toms; read to him. ‘But who was he, Gerald?’ ‘A damned condottiere,’ exploded Gerald, forgetting his company. ’ He smiled down at her. The doctor here says he can get you aboard to-morrow night. How's that strike you?" "Very well, sir.
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