“I would give my life for you. “How would you prevent it?” she asked. How long he sat there, reeling off this drivel, he never knew. I am no one, Gérard. “It was just an hour before teatime,” she remarked. The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts. . ‘No need to shake in your boots,’ Gerald said soothingly. Would you stand by me—and her?” “My dear Nigel!” she exclaimed.
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