Eventually her movements carried her to the little stand at the side of the bed. ‘Fiddle, Gerald. Single pearls— Lord knows where they come from!—are always turning up, some of them of fine lustre; but I never set eyes on them. That's the sort of fool your nephew is!" "Not even a good time!" said the aunt, whimsically, as she stuffed the bills into her reticule.
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