. ’ ‘I didn’t say I did not enjoy it,’ Gerald protested. " "Time will show," replied Jack with equal haughtiness. "Perhaps. She doubted how she stood toward him and what the restrained gleam of his face might signify. It was Sunday evening—a soft delicious evening, and, from the happy, cheerful look of the house, none would have dreamed of the dismal tragedy so lately acted within its walls. “Dear me!” he said.
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