When he begins to notice things, I want you to trap his interest, to amuse him, keep his thoughts from reverting to his misfortunes. ‘Gad, what a mess!’ Gerald pulled free, and Melusine broke back, staring at him. He could not pull her soul apart now to satisfy that queer absorbing, delving thing which was his literary curiosity; he had put her outside that circle. She was surprised to find how stored her mind was with impressions and memories of him, how vividly she remembered his gestures and little things that he had said. The world isn't real yet; she hasn't comparisons by which to govern her acts. “Now replace the stone, my child. He mumbled an apology and then stopped short. He stood back and held her shoulders. Whenever McClintock had guests, he loafed with them on the west veranda in the morning. He tries hard to conceal it, but he cannot. ‘I said you were sympathique,’ she told him. “There,” he said, “you don’t treat me fairly, Miss Stanley. ’ ‘Nothing of the sort,’ Gerald said calmly, sipping at his burgundy.
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