But "fine" is the word. "You mean, it doesn't matter?" "Poor Hoddy! When you were ill in Canton, out of your head, you babbled words. Gerald exchanged a puzzled glance with his friend. “Please make yourselves comfortable while I see to the coffee. Give me the chisel, Blueskin. I wish I could get you to imitate Thames Darrell. I won’t tolerate any foreign tongue in this house, least of all that confounded French. You're the first widow I ever heard of who could withstand that lure. Find your man, that’s the rule. He's as generous as he's frolicsome.
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