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The thought allured him, and therein lay the danger. Pile it on! But if you can hear
the voice of the mote, the speck, don't let her suffer for anything I've done. But Spurlock was ever on guard, even when she fussed over his hair. And instead of accepting the situation
gratefully, he felt vaguely hurt!
One evening in September a proa rasped in upon the beach. She is a fortune-teller and
a vessel for man’s pleasure. He was in
love with her! She tried to grasp all the welter of values in the situation
simultaneously, and draw some conclusion from their disorder. It was she who felt guilty as he showed her
their bedroom, smelling her perfume, ingesting their
psychic leftovers. ‘That—that—why do you
speak of him?’
‘Because I feel you ought to know,’ Gerald said calmly, but rising and
watching her closely, ‘that all your trouble may be in vain.
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