For she knew that men married to get something. She was the social leader of Morningside Park, and in her superficial and euphuistic way an extremely kind and pleasant woman. He sat alone in his brother’s old car night after night that summer, staring blankly at the red sky beyond the abandoned farmhouse where she had once shown him her secrets. She felt flattered. His hat was placed upon one pole, his wig on another. She waited for him to leave the room, and turned back to Gerald. Five hours later she tiptoed down the hall and paused at the threshold of what they now called his study. Let me go, Sir.
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