’” “What did he say?” “What does any one say to an invitation to dinner point-blank? One tries to collect one’s wits. But there is need for the proof that I am me, and that is what I look for. A chill rain thrummed against the sides of John’s car, having slowed from deluge to steady patter, the snow was 158 dissolved where it lay. “Nothing can cheer me,” he said, “except champagne. “But you yourself,” she exclaimed, glancing into his face, “you too look tired. ’ ‘Gosse,’ corrected Lucilla. ’ Taking the chair she had indicated with a careless wave of one stiff-fingered hand, Gerald felt hope burgeoning.
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