. 'But I don't desire to spoil sport,—not I. Taking a firm grasp of his pistol, Gerald eased back, let go the handle of the door, and at the same instant, swung his booted foot. His smile faded. They had asked her to come to the first of the two great annual Fadden Dances, the October one, and Ann Veronica had accepted with enthusiasm. Anna herself opened the hall door. Earles scratched his chin for a moment thoughtfully. . . He would always see the picture of the huge, raw-boned Dutchman, haranguing and thundering the word of God into the dull ears of South Sea Islanders, who, an hour later, would be carrying fruit penitently to their wooden images. ’ ‘I am not the imbecile you take me for,’ Gerald said with dangerous calm.
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