“Let me help you,” he begged. Accepting his glass from the butler, Gerald glanced at Mrs Sindlesham and saw a dimple peep out. To be alone with her, in idleness, was an intolerable thought. She had had to do away with many a leering foster father since she had started frequenting foster homes in the middle of the century. This niggardliness compelled him to cross and recross streets.
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