‘Yes, ma’am,’ agreed Gerald with a grin. It was one of the secret troubles of her mind, this grotesque twist her ideas would sometimes take, as though they rebelled and rioted. His smile faded. “You’re our superstar!” Turning to her foster father, she was bear hugged again, squashing the white carnations. And she had been doubting since that walk in the Zoological Gardens whether, indeed, he did simply care for her. Leaving the library by the same door she had first used to enter it earlier that day, she crossed the two little antechambers and moved on through the rooms. Taking the direction pointed out, he rode off. I’ve seen him, and he doesn’t a bit understand. “In a sense—yes.
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