" Here the chapmen set up another boisterous peal. “Are you cold?” He asked her, cocking his head to one side like a puppy, so close that the heat of his words warmed her cheek. Very glad. She was shifting, moving back. ’ ‘Was. ’ ‘That,’ said Gosse, ‘is a matter of opinion. Would there be enough in the young man's envelope to pay the doctor and the hotel bill—and in the event of his death, enough to ship the body home? So all things pointed to the happy circumstance of setting this young fool upon his feet again, of seeing him hence upon his journey. ‘And how is it that you have acquired this garb of a religieuse?’ he asked as she fitted the veil over her head. Mr. Nature is God, Anna, and the greatest artist of us all a pigmy. “Nigel, Nigel,” she cried. All at once he recollected the fact that McClintock's copra plantation was down that way, somewhere in the South Seas; had an island of his own. One night, she drew close to him in bed, trying to warm herself by embracing his back.
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