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Come now, I am very glad to see you again so soon, mademoiselle whatever-your-name-is. Gerald, intent on his trail, ignored it. "I suppose I was mistaken," returned Gay. Past her shot the little old lady in the bonnet, running incredibly fast, but otherwise still alertly respectable, and she was making a strange threatening sound as she ran, such as one would use in driving ducks out of a garden—“B-rr-r-r-r—!” and pawing with black-gloved hands. I can't keep a good man beyond three pay-days. Free! All the fine ecstasy, without the numbing terror. The water was cold but she waded deeper. I sang to him, and he was satisfied.
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