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‘Parbleu, how you make me talk!’ ‘Your secret is safe with me, I promise you,’ Gerald said reassuringly. Forgive me if a certain warmth creeps into my words! The Park is green and gray to-day, but I am glowing pink and gold. In the end he broke his own heart along with your mother's. And they could talk, they found; and never once, it seemed, did their meaning and intention hitch. . . A blow from the iron bar instantly stretched the ruffian on the floor. Both had dropped the rather elaborate politeness of the dining-room, and in their faces an impartial observer would have discovered little lines of obstinate wilfulness in common; a certain hardness—sharp, indeed, in the father and softly rounded in the daughter—but hardness nevertheless, that made every compromise a bargain and every charity a discount. .
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