‘She won’t confide in you? Now, why?’ ‘Because that scoundrel Leonardo drummed it into her head that no man was to be trusted,’ Gerald announced viciously. “Showtime!” Martin cried. He leaned back in a low chair, and watched her graceful movements, the play of her white hands as she bent over some wonderful machine. He walked in her direction. "Where am I?" she cried, passing her hand across her brow. However having a considerable amount of pride, she decided she would disavow these undesirable topics and keep her mind away from them just as far as she could, but it left her at the end of her school days with that wrapped feeling I have described, and rather at loose ends. This laugh and his looks alarmed her.
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