Besides," she added, blushing yet more deeply, "it isn't a proper one to talk upon. ” She took the pocket-book and looked up at him with a little impulsive movement. I don’t know. Sometimes he was obviously irritable and uncomfortable and unfortunate in his efforts to seem at ease. She felt herself falling, her bile rising in her 61 throat, the cold wind spinning around her like vertigo. There was a lapse of time, an interval of blackness; then he found his hand in hers and she was leading him at a run up the side of the mountain. It was you, of course, whom he wanted. " "The Dawn Pearl! Odd, but we white folks aren't half so poetical as the yellow or the black.
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