‘But I ain’t been idle, miss, I swear it. ’ Bitterness rose up as he looked at the female. Was she so fearful still? Roding shrugged and grimaced. Why had he kissed her? What had led him into that? Neither love nor passion— utter blankness so far as reducing the act to terms. ” “What?” “That’s the devil of it!” “Devil of what?. He was and always would be dramatizing his emotions; perpetually he would be confounding his actual with his imaginary self.
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