“Perhaps one talks nonsense about a woman’s instinct,” she said. "Well, well; I have given out of my wisdom. ’ Gerald shrugged. Let us part in peace. Her whole conduct and tone had been modest and ladylike. Worse than any man. ‘She won’t confide in you? Now, why?’ ‘Because that scoundrel Leonardo drummed it into her head that no man was to be trusted,’ Gerald announced viciously. Her steps slowed. He was painfully in earnest, too. He’s got flowers. She doesn't love you; she hasn't the least idea what it means beyond what she has read in novels.
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