There was a strip of old rose brocade in the making that set an ache in the girl's heart for the want of it. But Gerald wouldn’t hear of it. “You wish me to stay?” he asked, in a low tone. "I did see them on the platform of the bridge—the child and his preserver! They were not struck by the fallen ruin, nor whelmed in the roaring flood,—or, if they were, they escaped as I escaped. Mother and Son XI. He’s waiting.
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