Meysey Hill—never your wife. \" Cathy poured her a glass. For a few minutes, she appeared scarcely sensible of his presence. “My dear boy,” she exclaimed. But—but how?’ ‘Can you write?’ Gerald asked, digging into one of his capacious pockets and bringing out a leather ring purse.
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