Spurling, drily. ’ ‘Oh, have you?’ grunted Gerald, surprising in himself a surge of some odd emotion at these words. With his arms bare, the neckband of his shirt tucked in, he laboured. ’ ‘Ah, the matter begins to come clear,’ Gerald said. About two weeks ago. "You will never leave me," sobbed the poor woman, straining him to her breast.
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