Besides, Gerald would not for the world have passed up the chance of a little excitement. Pile it on! But if you can hear the voice of the mote, the speck, don't let her suffer for anything I've done. And you promised to tell me. "You are a paragon of prudence and discretion," rejoined the woollen-draper, drawing his chair closer to hers. He was sitting back from the table now, with one arm over the back of his green chair and the other resting on the little table.
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