’ ‘I should do as she says if I were you, Hilary,’ observed Gerald, noting the fierce determination in the girl’s lovely face. No man knew whence she had come nor why. His countenance was almost as white and rigid as that of the corpse by his side. He uttered a deep groan, but said nothing. And in those days, too, he used to help her mother with her gardening, and hover about her while she stood on the ladder and hammered creepers to the scullery wall.
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