Spurlock grew cold. ’ ‘Yes, a pretty theory, Lucy,’ Gerald said evenly, ‘but for one thing. She found it extremely difficult to infuse an air of quiet correctitude into her return through the window, and when she was safely inside she waved clinched fists and executed a noiseless dance of rage. The door was too strong, and too well secured, to break open,—the walls too thick: but the ceiling,—if he could reach it—there, he doubted not, he could make an outlet. I deserve pretty much what I’ve got. I wonder how it is,” she added, “that boys always make love so impertinently. There were mysterious rustlings that made him glance hopefully toward the sea. She wanted to cry out upon herself for the uttermost fool in existence.
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