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“MY DEAR MISS PELLISSIER,— “To-morrow the six months will be up. "Let me see him. It was time to disappear, no more Becks, no more Spaghetti Nights, no more afternoon kisses in the park with John Diedermayer. ‘Lord in heaven, did I do that?’ exclaimed Gerald remorsefully. The fibre of his soul had to be tested, queerly, to make him worthy of you. He had the appearance of a man who has known no rest for many nights.
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