Was not Gerald altogether on her side? He
was, even though he played games like an imbecile, a person tout à fait
sympathique as she had discovered at the outset. But, alas!
she was beautiful—and beauty is a crime not to be forgiven by a jealous woman. She decided not to ask
him outright if he wished to make love to her. "I have nearly done," replied the stranger. You told him there wasn't anything in the pockets?"
"Yes. The
more her thoughts dwelt upon the subject, the more convinced she was that she
could not go to any one for help; she would have to solve the riddle by her own
efforts, by some future experience. I couldn’t rest or eat or sleep. He is not in a state of mind to bear it. She remained standing
stiffly, unable even to move. ‘Would it so? What sort of a girl is she, then?’
‘She’s a consummate devil,’ Gerald declared roundly. I have often felt before that it is only when one has
nothing to say that one can write easy poetry.
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