He did not so much cut into this conversation as loom over it, for he was a tall, if rather studiously stooping, man. ’ Gerald’s jaw tightened. Death belongs to God, young man. And if sometimes I grow heady—and it's in the blood— remind me of this day when you took me out of hell—a thief. If only sometimes he would grow angry at her, impatient! But his tender courtesy was unfailing; and under this would be the abiding bitterness of having mistaken gratitude for love. “Ye Gods!” she said at last.
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