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‘Do please continue,’ Gerald begged, deceptively docile. It presented itself in the likeness of a great, gray, dull world—a brutal, superstitious, confused, and wrong-headed world, that hurt people and limited people unaccountably. Bit priggish, isn’t it? And if he only knew it—so absurd. ’ ‘Of what use to be ladylike when I cannot be a lady?’ ‘None of that. ’ ‘Then who is this Englishman?’ demanded Gerald on a sceptical note. She loves you too well for that. Not a word was uttered by the assemblage; but a hush of expectation reigned throughout. Both arm-chairs had been moved a little so as to face each other on either side of the fender, and in the circular glow of the green-shaded lamp there lay, conspicuously waiting, a thick bundle of blue and white papers tied with pink tape. “You’re—I don’t know,” said Ann Veronica. She has been a dear. As for loving you, I do.
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