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” He looked at her intensely, his dark eyes deepened with sleeplessness. But—but how?’ ‘Can you write?’ Gerald asked, digging into one of his capacious pockets and bringing out a leather ring purse. “Don’t tell anyone I told you this. But she had found it very difficult. Does it?” “I think it does. He was a philosopher. ‘If you had met her, you’d understand. 1. “You see you do not know how much of truth there is in his story. It was a reputation by no means deserved. “I tell you it was a lie!” he shouted wildly. Pramlay received them in the pretty chintz drawing-room, which opened by French windows on the trim garden, with its croquet lawn, its tennis-net in the middle distance, and its remote rose alley lined with smart dahlias and flaming sunflowers. He did not love Ruth.
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