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. ’ ‘But what have I done?’ protested Gerald innocently. She perceived that his countenance was only composed by a great effort, his features severely compressed. She tried for her usual confident tone, but only succeeded in sounding gruff, even to her own ears. Earles?” he inquired. “We played at love-making in Paris. Alone; not even the dog to warn her, and Hoddy deep in the island somewhere. He knew that tragedy was as blind as justice, that it struck the child and the grown-up impartially. Imagination, coloured by the obscurity, peopled the air with phantoms.
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