As he proceeded, other painful reminiscences were aroused. ’ ‘Poor little devil,’ said Gerald, genuinely sorry for her. Standing on tiptoe, on a joint-stool, placed upon the bench, with his back to the door, and a clasp-knife in his hand, this youngster, instead of executing his appointed task, was occupied in carving his name upon a beam, overhead. Never sent for the shirt. She realized that he was the sort of man one does not think much about at dinners. No one ate with as much passionate gusto as a teenager could. “More coffee, hon?” She held her hand over the cup. He saw the girl, and sprang up in bed.
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