Loved his memory still, for all he knew. "Rowland, your violence is killing me," she returned, in a plaintive tone. " "You mustn't talk. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. He wished he had the time to solve this riddle, for it was a riddle, and four-square besides. But a girl is soiled not only by evil but by the proximity of evil, and a reputation for rashness may do her as serious an injury as really reprehensible conduct. " He shifted the pages together, rolled and thrust them under her arm.
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