"But trifle with mo no longer. Wood in the deepest mourning. ‘He can’t be Valade, that’s certain,’ mused Gerald, unheeding. Vorsack looked pale and pink. The area was sparsely populated. Through all he said ran one quality that pleased her—the quality of a man who feels that things can be done, that one need not wait for the world to push one before one moved. ‘I’ve never found a woman who did not drive me into a frenzy of boredom.
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