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"I am come to render you a service. Suddenly he came to a stop, his mouth agape. "But be prudent, my angel. And how much I owe you, too, dearest Winifred, for your kindness and attention. Twice she smiled, but not unkindly. He could talk to her as frankly as he could to a man, that she would not take offence at anything so long as it was in the form of explanation. ‘But who was he, Gerald?’ ‘A damned condottiere,’ exploded Gerald, forgetting his company. She got into rows through meddling with their shoes and tennis-rackets, and had moments of carefully concealed admiration when she was privileged to see them just before her bedtime, rather radiantly dressed in white or pink or amber and prepared to go out with her mother. She practiced swaddling on a doll, pretending to pat the head of her imaginary infant boy.
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