Peste, where was her handkerchief? She remembered then that it had been lost in the struggle with Gerald. But don’t run away with the idea that I’m hanging out for a wife at last, because I’m not. I suppose this is the sort of damned rubbish—” “Oh! Ssh, Peter!” cried Miss Stanley.
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