And then scratched it out and wrote instead, “Gérard”. In each pause she could sense his growing trepidation. “Forty guineas a week. “No, I am alone,” she answered. ’ She focused on Gerald’s face. "What has put it into your head that your son yet lives?" he asked. “Last time I saw you,” he reminded her, “you spoke, did you not, of obtaining some employment in London. A man came out, and walking recklessly, almost cannoned into Ennison.
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