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“I’m rather a persistent person. The splendid voices sang on from phase to phase of love’s unfolding, the ship drove across the sea to the beating rhythm of the rowers. “Garçon,” he said, “will you ask the gentleman at the next table if he will do me the honour of taking a glass of wine with me. He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper folded round his throat. She leaped to a world of shabby knowledge, of furtive base realizations. Besides, it was not the lodgekeeper’s business to know that “other matters” included a reluctance on Gerald’s part to allow his little company to conduct the search without him, and he’d had an engagement this morning. She was carefree. “But I wish,” she said, “I had some idea what I was really up to. "What can it matter to you whether he returns or not, child," rejoined Mrs.
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