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I told her it was the end. Mrs Sindlesham’s wrinkled cheek had paled, and her eyes were fixed upon Gerald in a look that wrung his heart. He—he has rather a poor opinion of his contemporaries. Jack, however, had an expedient for mastering this difficulty. It is not the woman who speaks there. He felt his heart beat faster and faster—his self-restraint slipping away. Give way, and let us render what assistance we can to the poor wretch. . . ’ ‘Take care,’ warned Hilary, his eyes on his improvised bandage. “You are magnificent,” she said, “but the steel of your truth is a little oversharpened.
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