“What nonsense is this? What raving! My dear child, you DO live, you DO exist! You have this home. The misty caravans of which she had dreamed were become actualities. Close upon this came another thought. Tell me I haven’t heard. I seek chaos, but not out of choice. She must not tell Martha about Gerald. She had a few acquaintances, English gentlemen, but she lived with her sister—was a lady.
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