She’s naïve, and
yet uncannily shrewd at times, and you daren’t rely on anything she says. She learned quickly, absorbing all
she could as quickly as possible as her adoration grew for
him. It
did seem in so many ways exactly what Ramage said it was—the sensible thing
to do. Wrenching his
hands from her shoulders, she thrust them away and leapt up from the chair. It comes over the mountains, Anna, pink darkening into orange red,
everywhere a wonderful cloud sea, scintillating with colour. He was the beachcomber, or the old sailor with the black
pearl (Ruth's tales), or the wastrel musician McClintock had described to him. By
policemen one mustn’t shock. But in his presence a wall of
diffidence and timidity encompassed her. And, after all, a fine clear sky of bright colors
is the signal to come out of hiding and rejoice and go on with life. She was a trained being—trained by an implacable mother to one
end. All these experiences have taught me a
great deal about life and realities. If the creator drew a hero anything like himself, she would accept it
as a sign that he did care a little. Much too formal for a cosy chat between old friends. You heard her.
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