She turned there, clasped her hands behind her back and put up her chin. “Well, I don’t want you to talk to him,” he said, very firmly. . ‘There is Bernadette, Marie-Thérèse, Marie-Joséphine, Marie-Claire, Henriette—’ Exasperated, Gerald seized her by the shoulders. Ten thousand islands, and each one good for a night's rest. ’ ‘Ah, so that’s where Valade comes in,’ nodded Lucy. And yet, often when alone, he wondered: had McClintock been wrong, or had she ceased to care in that way? The possibility that she no longer cared should have filled him with unalloyed happiness, whereas it depressed him, cut the natural vanity of youth into shreds and tatters.
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