I pray you, Gérard, do not fail me. A small voice greeted her, hissing. She read beautifully because the fixed form of the poem signified nothing. “I wish,” she said, “that you would leave off looking at me as though I were something grisly. I don’t understand the workings of a gentleman’s mind. "To me?" gasped Winifred.
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