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The real tragedy—which he sensed and toward which he was always reaching—eluded all his verbal skill. She gathered her black purse, a pointless thing made of cardboard covered in sateen and bejeweled with an assortment of rhinestones. ‘You speak as if you expected to meet her again, Gerald. What was it she had expected? Surely her moods were getting a little out of hand. His eyes were fixed upon the tablecloth. ” He kissed her, and handed her into the carriage. The detective backed out slowly and closed the door without sound. I suppose my creed is, ‘I believe rather indistinctly in God the Father Almighty, substratum of the evolutionary process, and, in a vein of vague sentimentality that doesn’t give a datum for anything at all, in Jesus Christ, His Son.
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