“Is that so? Who says?” He demanded, his eyebrows arching as he looked at her with puerile glee. Every time you mention the father, she turns into marble. “My only answer would be to ask you to look at that mirror and then at the poster. Mind you don't stir till supper's over. . Then there was Tom Jarrot, the hackney-coachman, who was pitched off the box against yonder curbstone, and broke his leg. She hated it, she hated the mission-house; she hated the sleek lagoon, the palms, the burning sky. It was maddening to be made to feel that he was in any way the inferior of this cool, self-possessed young woman, whose eyes seemed for a moment to scintillate with scorn. At times he was brilliant and masterful, talked round and over every one, and would have been domineering if he had not been extraordinarily kindly; at times he was almost monosyllabic, and defeated Miss Garvice’s most skilful attempts to draw him out.
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