But in its stead—toward morning—there appeared another idea which appealed to him as sublime, appealed to the primitive conscience, to his artistic sense of the drama, to the poet and the novelist in him. ’ ‘Did I so?’ Gerald said, amused. "Why, how the devil did you happen to guess that?" cried the janizary. Her little white hand stole across the table. Then I tucked it nice and snug under the saddle-bag.
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