‘What are you going to do now, Gerald?’ He sipped his wine and shrugged. Jack, whose back was towards it, did not see it; but he heard, from the pitying exclamations of the crowd, that it was in view. Please yourself. For that matter, my future be damned. “Miserable bounder,” he murmured.
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