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Cursing under his breath, Gerald moved swiftly across and dragged her away. Wood, delighted at the idea. The stretch of red dirt disappeared into a stretch of trees like Van Gogh’s painting. Again the chalky pallor spread even to her lips, her eyes became lit with the old terror. Her faculties seemed for a moment numbed. He could not pull her soul apart now to satisfy that queer absorbing, delving thing which was his literary curiosity; he had put her outside that circle. He'd never forgive you. ’ She saw suspicion darken his gaze. But she did not speak. “That young man was giving a luncheon party to a dozen friends at the Café de Paris to-day. It was red and chapped. ” Pause. The Oriental accepts my medicines kowtowing, and when my back is turned, chucks the stuff out of the window and burns joss-sticks. But when he looked again, there she was! "I don't understand," he said, finally. They clapped wildly afterward.
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