He was not addicted to monologue, and the only audible comment he permitted himself at first upon a universe that was evidently anything but satisfactory to him that afternoon, was one compact and entirely unassigned “Damn!” The word must have had some gratifying quality, because he repeated it. “G. . ’ The girl nodded understandingly. "On that night,—in this room,—in your presence, Blueskin,— in yours Mr. ’ ‘I don’t know,’ confessed Gerald. She ought to be softened and tender and confidential at this phase of her life. To the poor carpenter it seemed an endless distance.
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