"'Odd's-my-life!—what's that?" he cried, greatly alarmed. He shall have the estates. Into one of these he waded and rolled and rolled, despite her commands. Set on unravelling her secrets, Gerald pursues every possible clue—much to the indignation of Mademoiselle. No window. The sun was setting, casting long dreary shadows across deformed apple trees.
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