’ ‘Yes, I know,’ Gerald put in with an irrepresssible chuckle. So, when I tell you she loves you, I know. I don’t care what divides us. Her roving eagerness was at all times shaded with shyness, reserve, repression. ” She said. She closed the book that she had been pretending to read and gathered her black umbrella and her backpack, a childish accoutrement she despised. " As he spoke, the door of the round-house was opened, and a stout man, with a lantern in his hand, presented himself at the threshold. Beck, it smells wonderful in here.
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