" The poor widow hung her head, and pressed her child closer to her breast. Ruth could not be told now. You must forgive the poet’s license I take. I came here peaceably, and I only ask for a few words with you. ’ *** It must have been fate, Gerald decided, near an hour later, staring intently at the closed French windows on the raised alcove that led out to the terrace. We were two people with a craving. “I am sorry,” he said slowly. Gerald would certainly have demanded back his sword. But, feeling secure of vengeance, he determined to abide his time. A cold shiver came over her. Now she was to be married to him and it horrified her. It is not at all comme il faut.
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