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Your second turn is not over, is it?” She laughed a little hardly. May I go on a date tomorrow night with John Diedermayer?\" She did not look at Mike, who she knew would be wounded. She went to her room and changed the loose morning gown in which she had lunched for a dark walking dress. Using the shirt, she cleaned away the blood. “I had a visit from Sir John in my rooms,” she said. She thought of him as always courteous and helpful, as realizing, indeed, his ideal of protection and service, as chivalrously leaving her free to live her own life, rejoicing with an infinite generosity in every detail of her irresponsive being. At this point Lucy, in an effort perhaps—foolhardy, in Gerald’s opinion—to pour oil on troubled waters, rose swiftly to her feet and came towards the old man, her hand held out. "But don't ever let me see them again. “Why?” “I still love you.
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