’ Gerald tutted. ’ ‘I shall stop him,’ declared the old lady furiously. “But,” he said, “you do not blame me altogether?” She rose to her feet. Sebastian drew over to her and lifted her chin from her chest. Balanced on his nose were enormous tortoise-shell spectacles. "You're not hurt I hope, Sir Rowland?" inquired this individual. Her name, he said, was as pretty as its wearer.
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