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” He seemed to be elaborating ideas as he talked. “And to think that it’s not a full year ago since I was a black-hearted rebel school-girl, distressed, puzzled, perplexed, not understanding that this great force of love was bursting its way through me! All those nameless discontents—they were no more than love’s birth-pangs. Why else?’ Gerald stared at her blankly. Mind, when we were all growed up, it were different. The young male, as she had actually seen him, had been of the sailor type, hard-bitten, primordial, ruthless. Traversing Angel Court, and Green Arbour Court,—celebrated as one of Goldsmith's retreats,—he speedily reached Seacoal Lane, and pursuing the same course, which he and Thames had formerly taken, arrived at the yard at the back of Jonathan's habitation.
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