‘That—that—why do you speak of him?’ ‘Because I feel you ought to know,’ Gerald said calmly, but rising and watching her closely, ‘that all your trouble may be in vain. His eyes were small and grey; as far apart and as sly-looking as those of a fox. “I’m really very sorry. “I see nothing of my sister,” she said. She was slowed down by the icy wind that punctuated itself in screams around houses and trees.
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