He laid down the knife, and fixed a searching and distrustful gaze upon the writer, who continued his task, unconscious of anything having happened. Give me this picture. ‘Indeed?’ Gerald grinned. ‘That’s right. You don’t know what you ask nor what you say. I sit back now, letting life slip by and musing upon it; and I find my loneliness sweet. What was yet more worthy of note was, that the widow's countenance had an air of refinement about it, of which it was utterly destitute before, and which seemed to intimate that her true position in society was far above that wherein accident had placed her. She let go of him and stood up, straightening herself.
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