" At this juncture, two women, very smartly attired in silk hoods and cloaks, appeared at the door of the Lodge. “Please forgive me coming up, Miss Pellissier, but you have not been down to dinner for three nights, and—Brendon and I—we were afraid that you might be unwell. Blotted out—Love! With infinite care, through nearly a thousand pages, her father had obliterated the word Love. . ’ Reminiscence made him smile. Gerald at once rid himself of his own glass and leapt to her assistance.
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