’ ‘Yes, I’m sorry about that,’ Gerald uttered in a rueful tone. Love anywhere. Run along now; but return in half an hour. The locket contained the face of her mother—all the family album she had. She confronted him with his own double-standard. Then he stepped briskly to his feet and bent over the wounded man. He embraced her like her father once had. “Parmesan—take it away!” He glanced at Ann Veronica’s face, and it seemed to him that she really was exceptionally radiant.
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