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‘Doesn’t she, Gerald?’ Gerald held up his hands. Winds returned, the gardens withered, and roses would not bloom. "But I dread the effect your departure may have upon your poor mother. "Stay, dear Thames!—stay!" cried the little girl. Her eyes noted it mercilessly. The door was opened for her by a weary-looking youth in a striped jacket several sizes too large for him. Then he sensed the trap.
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