” “Please tell me why?” she asked. They heard his footsteps descending the stone staircase, growing fainter and fainter. ‘Ah, yes? To what do I pretend?’ ‘That,’ Gerald said regretfully, ‘I have not yet been able to fathom. “Please don’t be sad. “I do not suppose he will be home till late. As she learned more and more of his knowledge, she began to realize how much faith and trust he invested in her. My wife—killed me. ‘Why did you bring him? I hate him. ‘Too late by the time I realised to what a dunderhead I’d pledged my friendship. “It couldn’t be.
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