The winter had turned sea and sky to a wet gray. “It’s the centre of the intellectuals. There’s that old gentleman at the end of the table—Bullding his name is. He did not spend more time with her. Gianfrancesco took her that night gently, for which she was glad. But her great-aunt was nodding, as if this was what she had expected. “My dear child,” he said, “with me you need have no apprehension. Wood,—the person whom you may remember adopted him,—at Dollis Hill, near Willesden; and it's a singular but fortunate circumstance, so far as we are concerned, that Mrs. ’ ‘Yes, that rather leapt to the eye,’ Gerald said, and the faint smile sent a lick of warmth down inside her.
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