Mauled about!” She fell to rubbing her insulted lips savagely with the back of her hand. “And to think that it’s not a full year ago since I was a black-hearted rebel school-girl, distressed, puzzled, perplexed, not understanding that this great force of love was bursting its way through me! All those nameless discontents—they were no more than love’s birth-pangs. He had found her by the same agency her father had: native talk, which flew from isle to isle as fast as proas could carry it. While waiting for his coming she had stated her present and future relations with him with what had seemed to her the most satisfactory lucidity and completeness.
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