’ A faint smile crossed Gerald’s lips. He pointed to where the lights still burned in Anna’s windows. The little room was fragrant with flowers, Anna herself bright, and with all the evidences of well being. By the middle of July he was in full health. He was the beachcomber, or the old sailor with the black pearl (Ruth's tales), or the wastrel musician McClintock had described to him. ‘Don’t be silly. ’ Her features broke apart in a laugh.
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