She wore a black satin dress, a little shiny at the seams, a purposeless bow of white tulle at the back of her neck, and a huge chatelaine. But Gerald kept to a casual note. He walked through the misty September night to his rooms. I've often regretted that I didn't investigate the matter. . He had done it. She said as much to him. Her hair was gathered up behind, in a sort of pad, according to the then prevailing mode; and she wore a muslin cap, and pinners with crow-foot edging. " "Confidentially, I'm assured that he has another. ” “But how?” He was, she thought, a little too insistent. “Aunt!” she said, “I can’t—” Then she caught a wild appeal in her aunt’s blue eye, halted, and the door clicked upon them. I’ve had a lot on my mind. Later in the evening she heard him whistling, poor man! She felt very restless and excited. And, whatever you may think, I assure you, Jack's a downright goodnatured fellow. While I am talking about your friends, I feel—I think you ought to know how I look at it.
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