No girl with a face like that…. “I suppose I ought to congratulate you,” he said. A glance down the passage—to see that Roding was not lurking?—and her face came back to Gerald, triumph in her eyes. ‘You will have to prove it, you know,’ Gerald said quietly. He spoke English with astonishing facility and with a purity which often embarrassed his tourists. I loitered in the shop as you chatted with the butcher’s girl. “You will go and see her,” he begged. At the same time he comprehended that she was as pure and lovely as the white orchid of Borneo and that she did not carry that ridiculous shield called false modesty. Suddenly the Wastrel took hold of the edge and flung the table aside. Look at me. It was her foster brother Mike, on his way to the bathroom. Perhaps there were experiences she would never confide to any man.
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