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The wretch you confide in has sworn to hang you. ’ ‘How shocking,’ Gerald returned, grinning. But what if she were to marry? He glanced towards the elderly dame and found her watching him, the dimple very much in evidence. "I'm tired of the life I'm leading. The primitive superstition of his Puritan forbears was his; and before this the buckler of his education disintegrated. In that sense, my strategy worked. Then she looked up the sweep of pine-trees to the towering sunlit cliffs and the high heaven above and then back to his face. He would raise her up once again, ply her with silks and jewels again, all of the accoutrements of the new generation: the cars, the toys, the restaurants, and the prestige.
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