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Gerald’s temper flared. A kind but hard looking female officer named Rose took her into a room and sat her down at a small wooden table. ‘Only perhaps I can more readily do so if you will put down that pistol. On the one hand, she seemed to think plainly and simply, and would talk serenely and freely about topics that most women have been trained either to avoid or conceal; and on the other she was unconscious, or else she had an air of being unconscious—that was the riddle—to all sorts of personal applications that almost any girl or woman, one might have thought, would have made. You had better go to bed. A little Madeira seemed to recover her enough to resume the discussion. E below.
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