“I think,” he said, “that I am right. Where her
husband saw only two youngsters in the mating mood, she felt that tragedy in
some phase lurked in this room—if only in the loneliness of these two, without
kith or kin apparently, thousands of miles from home. Lucy's ears were singing. Impressionable, lonely, a deal beyond his analytical reach, the
girl might let her sympathies go beyond those of the nurse. “You poor little girl!” he cried. He was a comforting,
humorous old ruffian; but there were few men in the Orient more deeply read in
psychology and physiognomy. Was he really awake? The
arrival and departure of this strange father lacked the essential human touch to
make it real. “You are in trouble,” he said. I believe that he
will marry her.
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