I’m not Gerald, remember. A dissipated, loose-living man. I firmly believe that she is as straight as a die. The man had favoured him with a brief nod, but the girl had gone so far as to offer a tiny smile, and a look under her lashes with which not even Gerald, for all his scant interest in female society, could fail to be familiar. It is putting all my dreams out of joint. He did not stagger in the least. Others are smart but fall prey to emotional damage, the female lunar instinct of cunning that goes awry.
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