Then as she lay very still, with her hands clinched and her black hair tumbled about her face, he came still closer and softly kissed the nape of her neck. “But—” The long inconsecutive conversation by that time was getting on her nerves. Gerald grinned. ’ ‘Bon,’ exclaimed Melusine, triumph soaring. She was about to rush to his side, when she saw his clenched hands rise and fall upon the sand repeatedly. His fingers closed upon her hand. “It’s unforgivable of me to call, Miss Stanley,” he said, shaking hands in a peculiar, high, fashionable manner; “but you know you said we might be friends.
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