’ ‘Damn you, I should have beaten you,’ Gerald swore, holding fast to his corner of the little square of linen. “You have not seen your sister lately,” he remarked. This—this shatters a world!” She tried to feel sorry, but her sense of his immense egotism was strong and clear. One trouble, however, shot its slanting bolts athwart the shining warmth of that opening day and marred its perfection, and that was the thought of her father. In lieu of it, he still adhered to the sleek black crop, which, throughout life, formed a distinguishing feature in his appearance. No—you shall come with me to Waterloo.
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