And instead of accepting the situation gratefully, he felt vaguely hurt! One evening in September a proa rasped in upon the beach. But his grief was of short duration. A ragged gray moustache drooped from the corners of his mouth and a ragged wisp of whisker hung from his chin. ’ ‘Consider me warned,’ said Gerald solemnly. He was walking listlessly along, well-dressed, debonnair, good-looking. He had shaved his side-whiskers and come over in flannels, but he was still indisputably the same person who had attended Ann Veronica for the measles and when she swallowed the fish-bone.
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