“I suppose you’re like the rest of them. “I’m sorry I told you that, Michelle. Woman's love of silk is not set by fashion; it is bred in the bone; and somewhere, somehow, a woman will have her bit of silk. Great sport, eh? To haul them back from the ragged edge. Between herself and yonder evil mind she had the strongest buckler God could give—love. Besides, Gerald would not for the world have passed up the chance of a little excitement. ‘I wish you joy of the wench. Quite!” He sat in the arm-chair and took tea, and consumed several of the extra cakes which she had sent out for and talked to her and expressed himself, looking very earnestly at her with his deep-set eyes, and carefully avoiding any crumbs on his mustache the while.
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