‘We?’ Gerald smiled. Or he would find something—a wave in her hair, a little line in the contour of her brow or neck, that made an exquisite discovery. "How!" exclaimed Sheppard. “I wonder,” she said, “why one writes him sentences like that? It’ll have to go,” she decided, “I’ve written too many already. A light was visible in the garret, feebly struggling through the damp atmosphere, for the night was raw and overcast. “It is not an easy matter,” he said, “for me to offer you an altogether adequate explanation.
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