“Poor Lucy!” Cathy exclaimed as she rushed in the door, umbrella sheathed. " "My poor son!" groaned the widow, sinking backwards. ‘Eh bien, does that mean that you will do it again?’ ‘Not if I can help it,’ Gerald uttered, alarmed. ‘He lacked moral fibre, did Nicholas. Perhaps Gerald was not as clothheaded as he had thought. Ruth is not another man's wife; she is all your own, for better or for worse. I love you.
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