Wood was once a favourite of yours. “I want to be your friend,” he said. “I want to lay all my life at your feet. I sometimes laid away my father's clothes in his trunk. My late husband, I mean. " "A young fellow who thinks he's in love, when he has only been reading too much. McClintock wrote me about you; but all I needed was the sight of your face as it was a moment gone. ’ ‘It’s too late for that,’ Gerald told her evenly. A faint, delightfully humorous smile parted her lips.
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