In one of the cabins a man sat on the edge of his narrow bunk. ‘I just don’t understand you, Gerald. And, now, to find a messenger. I suppose I was a little idiotic—I don’t think we either of us mentioned the future, but it was arranged that I should go the next afternoon and have tea with her. "I see nothing surprising in it," rejoined Jonathan. The taste of his sweat was intoxicating, like sweet brandy, like blood. Even after this woman had gone, it seemed to Ruth that the room was kindlier than it had ever been.
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