He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper folded round his throat. “You are quite right, I think. But, by Jove! it’s going to make our loving a fiercely abstract thing. Gerald’s chest tightened. She’s hated me for no apparent reason ever since Fourth Grade. I’m okay.
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