“Dear friend,” she said, “do you not think that you are breaking an unspoken compact? I am very sorry. “What are you two whispering about?” She turned towards Martin. Gay, the poet, who wrote the 'Captives,' which was lately acted at Drury Lane, and was so much admired by the Princess of Wales. If ever I did meet a man I could love, I should love him”—her voice dropped again—“platonically. ‘You will release me at once, imbecile. He came along, he said, just to call, with large, loud apologies, radiantly kind and good. He knocked on the doorframe. ’ A faint smile crossed Gerald’s lips. ‘No more, Saling, no more,’ said Mrs Sindlesham in accents of exhaustion.
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