The sun was setting when she carried the metal garbage can to the curb with their remains in it, where they sat underneath the stale chocolate cake that Sheila had thrown away and a pile of mildewy lettuce. “Now I should like to know,” she said, looking at him with a quiet smile, “what you are doing here? It is not a particularly inspiring neighbourhood for walking about by yourself. He moaned. He was all alone, like herself. The servants had left the room. “Dear me! I wonder what I ought to do. ’ ‘Parbleu, but I find you excessively rude,’ she snapped, marching to meet him. Disappointment flickered in Gerald’s chest, and he did not hesitate to speak his mind, unable to help a reproachful note.
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