. . ’ *** Gerald Alderley stepped out of a house he had been visiting in Hamilton Place and the door closed behind him. 58 \"Why will you not touch me?\" She cried out, sitting up, her head in her hands. She did not remember him, but he said that he had introduced himself to her when she was visiting the butcher's family. But the morning brought courage again, and those first intimations of horror vanished completely from her mind. And you’re as clean as fire. The soil was identical, the climate; still, they would not bear the Olympian fruit, with its purple-lined jacket and its snow-white pulp. Knowing the South Seas from hearsay and by travel, he knew something of that inertia which blunted the fineness, innate and acquired, of white men and women, the eternal warfare against indifference and slovenliness.
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