. 82 She was putting a manuscript away, gingerly locking its heavy tooled cover, but it was a huge, awkward tome. At last—I told a story. ‘That is a matter for the lawyers. Don’t take my word for it though. And taking the keys, he departed on the errand. Why was she noting things like this? Capes seemed selfpossessed and elaborately genial and commonplace, but she knew him to be nervous by a little occasional clumsiness, by the faintest shadow of vulgarity in the urgency of his hospitality. She told you —the truth. But don’t run away with the idea that I’m hanging out for a wife at last, because I’m not. She thought me— filthy. He was the beachcomber, or the old sailor with the black pearl (Ruth's tales), or the wastrel musician McClintock had described to him. " He rose for fear she might touch him again. Just as he was preparing to follow, the wherry containing Rowland and his men, which had drifted in their wake, was dashed against his boat. Wood in a sharp tone.
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