Her foster father had been outside for most of the morning, working on trimming the maple trees and mowing the lawn. He was really very proud of her, and extraordinarily angry and resentful at the innocent and audacious selfreliance that seemed to intimate her sense of absolute independence of him, her absolute security without him. Evidently he was gazing at the dull red roofs of the city: but was he registering what he saw? Never glance sideways at man, the old Kanaka woman had said. “And you must please not look at me as though I were an executioner,” she declared lightly. Cheveney walked away with a shrug of the shoulders. ’ ‘No, perhaps not,’ Gerald agreed with a smile. "It won't do to betray the officer," he muttered. May I ask the nature of your interest in her?” He hesitated.
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