‘I should not dream of forcing my attentions on you. I've been hunting for this particular job for a thousand years!" She smiled a little sadly over this fine enthusiasm; for in her wisdom she had a clear perception where it would eventually end—in the veranda chair. It was a gray day in the spring of 1910. “My God!” he said again. A young man —almost a boy, slight, dark, and with his brother’s deep grey eyes—came across the room to her. If you fall upon a good pearl, buy it in barter and pay me out of your salary. Go, and let him in.
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