The manager had sketched the girl's character, or rather had interpreted it, from the incidents which had happened since dinner. But Sheppard answered for him. I have a hundred of them—mixed blood—on my island, and they are always rooking me. Wood. Except for a few early ebullitions of passion, natural to a warm and romantic disposition, and leaving no harmful after-effects—ebullitions that by the standards of the higher truth I feel no one can justly cast a stone at, and of which I for one am by no means ashamed—I come to you a pure and unencumbered man. And yet that could not be: it was a confession only in the event of his death. She dressed rapidly and left the theatre without a word to any one. “Don’t!” she said, weakly, as he had bent down and put one arm about her and seized her hands with his disengaged hand and kissed her—kissed her almost upon her lips. Wood, disdainfully. She walked down the station approach, past the neat, obtrusive offices of the coal merchant and the house agent, and so to the wicket-gate by the butcher’s shop that led to the field path to her home.
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