‘But who was he, Gerald?’ ‘A damned condottiere,’ exploded Gerald, forgetting his company. “Life’s so queer,” she said, kneeling and looking into the flames. “That doesn’t touch the question I asked you,” she said. Suddenly she had become afraid. Gerald at once lowered his voice to that intimate level again, and leaned towards her. As if he read her thought, he spoke it aloud. pglaf. She would have just to keep the fifteen pounds until she could make it twenty. You were pointed out to me at—a few nights ago. The copyright laws of the place where you are located also govern what you can do with this work.
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