Somewhere in the world there was a book clerk with a discerning mind; for he had given her the best he had. A tinge of admiration rose in his breast. If I were to marry you now I should feel a dependent being all my life—a sort of parasitical creature without blood or muscle. ’ ‘Nothing of the sort,’ Gerald said calmly, sipping at his burgundy. Annabel, I was lying. But I've an old friend on the way here, and he knows the game down there.
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