Gerald looked at it, then at her face. His curiosity, his literary instincts, had been submerged by the recurring thought of the fool he had made of himself. "Don't you know me, mother?" "Ah!" shrieked Mrs. I'll be wanting my sixteen thousand. ” He said.
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