But Gerald kept to a casual note. \" \"Good night, Mom. For a time I must do journalism and work hard. From first to last, on this occasion, her aunt expostulated for about two hours. The delay was only momentary. She opened her suitcase—new and smelling strongly of leather—and took out of it a book, dogeared and precariously held together, bound in faded blue cloth and bearing the inscription: The Universal Handbook. Apparently she was always doomed to weep when she talked to her father. Let me only wear your livery. ‘Do you not understand that I can trust no one—no one?’ ‘That is a pity,’ Gerald said, rising to face her. ’ All at once Mrs Sindlesham looked across at him, a sharp question in her eyes.
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