’ ‘Lord, man, it’s only a scratch!’ Suddenly Gerald snapped his fingers. He had something across his knees. " He approached the bed and laid his palm on the patient's forehead, and nodded. With some difficulty he contrived to raise her to the window, and with still greater difficulty to squeeze her through it—her bulk being much greater than his own. I will never consent till I see him. But there was, it insisted, no mobility in his face, no movement, nothing about him that warmed. Wood, would preclude the possibility of his remaining with his new friends as long as his inclinations prompted. She could feel her face turning beet red.
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