’ The woman shrugged helpless shoulders, looking to her husband. He drifted in and out of consciousness. Love stories! It was of negligible importance that these books were bound in paper; Romance lay unalterably within. The wastrel, the ne'er-do-well, who went mostly nobly to a fine end. ‘No, my poor guardian,’ Gerald mocked. Wild's orders.
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