‘But who was he, Gerald?’ ‘A damned condottiere,’ exploded Gerald, forgetting his company. " "I thought as much," sneered Mrs. Spurling's sooty imp, Caliban. "But clear the room of this rabble, if you have sufficient authority over them. "Is there no charity? Isn't it understood?" "Of course it is! In the present instance I can offer it and you can't, or shouldn't. That is what I’ve had on my conscience.
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