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She pushed him gently on the chest. Gerald glanced at Hilary and saw the stunned look on his face. The flowers upon the mantel-shelf were withered and drooping—she had gathered them. “Well——” She stopped short. But the besetting evil of the place, and that which drew down the severest censures of the writers above-mentioned, was that this spot,—which of all others should have been most free from such intrusion—was made a public exhibition. This is your choice. Impressionable, lonely, a deal beyond his analytical reach, the girl might let her sympathies go beyond those of the nurse.
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