’ *** It must have been fate, Gerald decided, near an hour later, staring intently at the closed French windows on the raised alcove that led out to the terrace. “We’re here to take your foster daughter down to the station to ask her a few questions sir. She was lamentably without comparisons; such few young men as she had seen—white men—had been on the beach, pitiful and terrible objects. Hitherto it had been qualified by her conception of all life as a compromise, by her new effort to be unexacting of life. ‘I ain’t done nothing wrong, I swear it. Marriage!—and no woman by to tell the child what it was! The shocks and disillusions she would have to meet unsuspectingly—and bitterly. ’ ‘I do not need the rescue from such as you. "Who's that queer cove in the full-bottomed wig?" "Attend to me, sirrah," rejoined Wild, sternly.
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