‘To find what?’ demanded Gerald. You have set out to do something which is neither God's way nor man's. ’ ‘The word of whom?’ came scoffingly from the pretty lips. I was always told my mother died the day I was born. She looked more than her sixty odd years, in spite of a still lush head of black hair, streaked with a little grey, which was visible under her cap and of immediate interest to Gerald.
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