‘He can’t be Valade, that’s certain,’ mused Gerald, unheeding. Whatever he wrote he was: he became this or that character, he suffered or prospered equally. We can love on a snow cornice, we can love over a pail of whitewash. And we’re going to fight that old world down there. Even this man-hunting machine was willing to grant the boy his honeymoon. Perhaps I've been mad all these years; I don't know.
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