“Miserable bounder,” he murmured. When first brought under consideration, she was a miserable and forlorn object; squalid in attire, haggard in looks, and emaciated in frame. “It doesn’t matter,” she said, after a long interval, “if they are absurd. “You see, it comes after all,” she continued, “from certain original convictions which have become my religion. Already the warm sun was drawing from the pines their delicious odour. Right now my heart is occupied. ‘You will have to prove it, you know,’ Gerald said quietly. Even in his fevered hours, so the girl had said, his tongue had not betrayed him.
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