’ ‘Oh, a ruin,’ exclaimed Mrs Sindlesham, throwing up a hand. " "I'm not afraid, mother," said the little girl, smelling at the bouquet. If you know her for the vicious, scheming wretch that she is, why in God’s name—?’ ‘She’s not a vicious, scheming wretch,’ Gerald said calmly. I don’t know. Mrs.
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