It hit him so shrewdly he could think of nothing more
to say.
Cissie moved toward the window and undid the latch.
"Good night, Peter." She paused a moment, with her hand on the catch.
"Peter," she said, "I'd almost rather see you marry some other girl than
try so terrible a thing."
The big, full-blooded athlete smiled faintly.
"You seem perfectly sure marriage would cure me of my mission."
Cissie's face reddened faintly.
"I think so," she said briefly. "Good night," and she disappeared in the
dark space she had opened, and closed the jalousies softly after her.
CHAPTER XV
Cissie Dildine's conviction that marriage would cure Peter of his
mission persisted in the mulatto's mind long after the glamour of the
girl had faded and his room had regained the bleak emptiness of a
bachelor's bedchamber.
Cissie had been so brief and positive in her statement that Peter, who
had not thought on the point at all, grew more than half convinced she
was right.
Now that he pondered over it, it seemed there was a difference between
the outlook of a bachelor and that of a married man.
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