“Lots of ‘em!” Capes chuckled. The road from Surbiton and Epsom ran under the arch, and, like a bright fungoid growth in the ditch, there was now appearing a sort of fourth estate of little redand-white rough-cast villas, with meretricious gables and very brassy windowblinds. And God had let him do it! He was—and now he perfectly understood that he was—treading the queerest labyrinth a man had ever entered. It was John Diedermayer, who had been transformed into a young scholar with a large pair of wire-rimmed eyeglasses on. Then a hansom drove up, and his heart gave a great leap. ” She looked at him wistfully, but with some unwilling doubt in her wrinkled forehead. His arms released from his 68 sides, he lifted them around her in a light embrace. She held out her hand for it, but Gerald smiled. She saw the moonlit waters, the black shadow of the proa, the moon-fire that ran down the far edge of the bellying sail, the silent natives: no sound except the slapping of the outrigger and the low sibilant murmur of water falling away from the sides—and the beating of her heart.
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