Sebastian slowed the car after they had traveled seventy miles into the countryside. Wood, now more buxom and more gorgeously arrayed than ever,—as well as a young and beautiful female, in whom he was at no loss to recognise the carpenter's daughter. She was emerging from the primordial as Spurlock was declining toward it. What need had she of Gerald, or anyone? Yet, if he was here, would he not make some foolish game with her and make her laugh? Instead of behaving in this fashion so stupide, and crying, crying, crying. Always. “No, no, no. I walked London till the soles of my shoes were worn through, and my toes were blistered. They want some fun, and there isn't any. ’ Gerald moved to the long sofa, dusted it with elaborate care with one of its cushions, and with a gesture invited her to sit down.
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