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The flowers upon the mantel-shelf were withered and drooping—she had gathered them. They must be for your father. ” “I have denied it,” she answered. The latch came with a weak click. “You mean to tell me” he said, “that you have a lover? While I have been keeping you! Yes—keeping you!” This view of life he hurled at her as if it were an offensive missile. He regretted— more deeply than he could say—the occurrence of this evening. Ten thousand islands, and each one good for a night's rest. Such freedoms from such people were not to be endured. “Stay where you are for a moment,” she directed. Was there no echo anywhere in Miss Stanley’s pacified brain? Those empty rooms, if they were empty, were the equivalents of astoundingly decorated predecessors. She had thought of the lawyer who conducted the Remenham business, but she knew not where to find him. Gerald hoped he had covered all options and had resisted the temptation to pay mademoiselle a visit.
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