Now lend me your own hand. ‘But you do not understand, mon ami. No one will ever love you as I love you now. . Faintly bothered by what it might mean, Gerald rose from his seat and crossed to the tray to pour himself a glass of wine. ‘I am not in the least in a rage. " At the sound of his voice every vestige of colour fled from Winifred's cheeks, and the work upon which she was engaged fell from her hand.
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