’ She focused on Gerald’s face. She noted the dank hair on his forehead, the sweat of revolting nature. He was a thin old man, a wreck in a ruined body, but nothing would induce him to stand in any other way than as stiffly erect as possible like the soldier he had always been, even though he was obliged to lean on his silver-handled cane to do so. F. A jar of pink roses upon a tiny table seemed to gain an extra delicacy of colour from the sombre curtains behind. ‘Shocked you, have I? We weren’t mealy-mouthed in my day, my boy. I'll knock off at tea. The young fellow was almost as odd in his way as the girl was in hers.
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