’ ‘No, perhaps not,’ Gerald agreed with a smile. She stood without motion and without strength. He was wrapped in a loose dressing-gown of light material, and stood near the corner where the women's dresses had just been thrown down, quite out of sight of all the party, except Mrs. Never again would he repeat that kiss; but at night when they separated, he would touch her forehead with his lips, and sometimes he would hold her hand in his and pat it. “I might return the compliment, Courtlaw,” he answered, “by asking why the devil you come lurching on to the pavement like a drunken man. He relayed many details of the location and the beautiful rivers of her home, a subject she never tired of. Five hours later she tiptoed down the hall and paused at the threshold of what they now called his study. Her aunt was blandly amiable above a certain tremulous undertow, and talked as if to a caller about the alarming spread of marigolds that summer at the end of the garden, a sort of Yellow Peril to all the smaller hardy annuals, while her father brought some papers to table and presented himself as preoccupied with them. She turned away from the doorway of the silk loom to observe. It had been his fevered imagination that had endued the garment with some extraordinary value.
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