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He was an imaginative young man. He eyed the young couple with the tragic history behind them, and could only suppose that familiarity had dulled their senses. You shall have room to develop, you shall live as you will, where you will, only give me the right to protect you, to free you from all these petty material cares. His literary instincts began to stir. Gerald, intent on his trail, ignored it. Poor little one. Another day of nonsuccess would mean many disagreeable things. She was in one of her old walking-dresses, her hair was done in an unfamiliar manner, she wore a wedding-ring, and she looked as if she had been crying. For a long time to come that would naturally be the theme of any story he undertook to write. “It was just an hour before teatime,” she remarked.
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