’ ‘What?’ gasped Gerald, shocked. Conceiving himself called upon, as the intimate friend of the deceased, to pay this last tribute of respect to her memory, he appeared as one of the chief mourners. “I’ve plenty of pals,” he said, “who, when they’ve been doing Paris on the Q. ” She laughed gaily. I sit back now, letting life slip by and musing upon it; and I find my loneliness sweet.
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