It was a gray day in the spring of 1910. Gerald’s temper flared. “I think, aunt,” she said, “you might trust to my self-respect to keep me out of that. She was slowed down by the icy wind that punctuated itself in screams around houses and trees. ‘Leave it, imbecile.
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