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He could talk to her as frankly as he could to a man, that she would not take offence at anything so long as it was in the form of explanation. You will survive, mark my words. She was sorry for his liking her too much for his own good, but her need was too desperate to cavil at turning it to useful account. "You mean, it doesn't matter?" "Poor Hoddy! When you were ill in Canton, out of your head, you babbled words. The chain, which had been partially cut through, snapped near the staple. ’ ‘That has put “only Gerald” very firmly in his place,’ mourned Gerald. The poor fellow's half smothered.
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