Wood wound it up by a description of the drenching he had undergone at the Mint pump, the other could hold out no longer, but, leaning back in his chair, gave free scope to his merriment. His lovely black eyes softened until they became like languid as the night sky. ’ ‘No, perhaps not,’ Gerald agreed with a smile.
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