He was caked with dried muck. ‘Wait a minute, though. But I dare not accept it. It was a night of storm and terror, which promised each moment to become more stormy and more terrible. Disappointment flickered in Gerald’s chest, and he did not hesitate to speak his mind, unable to help a reproachful note. “My dear girl,” he said, in a tone of patient reasonableness, “you are a mere child. ” He fancied that she was yielding, but her eyes fell once more upon that fatal envelope, and her tone when she spoke was colder than ever. It seemed to her in her restored geniality that she liked Manning extremely. The remainder of dinner was surreal and stilted. How's that strike you?" "Very well, sir.
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