. One’s got to be a better man than one’s father, or what is the good of successive generations? Life is rebellion, or nothing. ‘Maybe not,’ Gerald conceded, ‘but I’m damned if I herald my approach with a lot of unnecessary blundering about in the dark. ’ ‘But what have I done?’ protested Gerald innocently. ‘How is this? Proo-den-ss. A hazy face appeared through the fog of sleep, pale and thin and looming. ‘Forgive this intrusion, ma’am, I beg. I'll wait for you down here. ” “Yes. His arm fell to his side.
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