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"I'll gibbet the rascal. Don’t ask me how. Only her babe died. Why on earth couldn’t he leave her to grow in her own way? Her pride rose at the bare thought of return. She bent down. Members of the crowd looked over their shoulders and stared at her through the smoky haze. ‘I don’t propose doing anything with you. ’ Gerald infused sympathy into his voice, and deliberately addressed himself to Madame. The study seemed absolutely unaltered, there was still the same lamp with a little chip out of the shade, still the same gas fire, still the same bundle of blue and white papers, it seemed, with the same pink tape about them, at the elbow of the arm-chair, still the same father. "Not as I loved mine. " The Wastrel laughed. . Remember! not a word!" So saying, he huddled the mantle over Wood's shoulders, dashed the lantern to the ground, and extinguished the light.
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