’ ‘Are we to infer that he had a choice?’ enquired Gerald. In one hand she carried a long-stalked red rose, dripping with dew, in the other the post-bag. She had recourse to the torn off strip of petticoat again, and blowing her nose with an air of determination, sniffed back the tears. Returning in moments, Mr.
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