She detected that the young officer’s shoulders tensed whenever she moved in the back of his 94 car. He smiled. ‘Why do you think I want a man ready to run to me with every move she makes?’ countered Gerald. “I want a vote for myself,” she said. "Mercy on us!" cried he, as a thrill of apprehension ran through his frame. It was not only that her father had said all sorts of inconsistent and unreasonable things, but that by some incomprehensible infection she herself had replied in the same vein. “Well?” she said, sitting down again. Wood,—"he'll never mend. But I've stacks of books and a grand piano-player.
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