“It is part of the irony of life,” he said. She tightened her bandage and sat back, biting her lip. Had she too been flying from something and had accepted this method of escape? But what frying-pan could be equal to this fire? All this led him back to the original circle. Perhaps the day of her recompense was at hand. Gerald instantly took her arm and guided her back to her chair. Forgive me if a certain warmth creeps into my words! The Park is green and gray to-day, but I am glowing pink and gold. But he's witty and amusing, and when reasonably drunk he can play the piano like a Paderewski. In the presence of the husband of his mistress Rollo was always dignifiedly cheerful, but he never leaped or cavorted as he did when alone with Ruth.
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