‘Think I’m fool enough to do my business in a convent?’ he said scornfully. Old farmhouses loomed as they whizzed by, left behind in the gray like mourners. Can't I make you understand? Perhaps it sounds cruel to you; but we women often have to be cruel defensively. The candles—for McClintock never used oil in his dining room—were burning low in the sconces. I’ve been wondering where she got her dogged will, and that hot-headed adventurous spirit, for it wasn’t from either Mary or Nicholas, that’s sure. But Gerald took it for the routine interest in an eligible bachelor, although he was aware many females had an eye for scarlet regimentals. Your laugh reminds me of—of——" "Whose, Sir?" demanded Jackson, becoming suddenly grave. Then he sat down again in a chair and said that people who wrote novels ought to be strung up. Not a moment is to be lost. The season was ripe for mating, she thought to herself bitterly. I’ll walk over there once I change clothes.
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