"THE FORCE ISN'T A NURSERY"
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south by a freighter. He sketched her until he knew every trick of her—better than ever he had known Jennifer. It was all a pleasure to himself; a half-acid, tormenting pleasure, because he knew that it must end very soon, and what it might be for Andree herself he neither knew nor cared. She would do anything he told her to do, and when he forbade her to speak to or to look at Tempest again she would obey.
But the days went on and he did not do it. They went on and Tempest did not know of it. For it is only natural that the person most concerned in a matter of this sort is the one kept longest in ignorance. But at last, just after Christmas, the day came for Tempest to know. And it was Miss Chubb, innocently forgetful, who told him.
