He remained standing by the stem of the proa, his glance roving investigatingly. But when she was thinking it over in her room that evening vague and baffling doubts came drifting across this conviction. From McClintock's came an infernal tinkletinkle, tump-tump! There was no composing with such a sound hammering upon the ear. “I don’t know whether I shall go on,” said Gwen, a novel note of languorous professionalism creeping into her voice.
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