“I shall come back, if at all, a new man. I’m going to tell you things plainly. The bridge was open. She could almost smell her mother’s attar of white roses and lemon verbena with the memory of the story. The next moment, a heavy plunge told that the fugitive had been consigned to the waves. The white veil had fallen to the ground and Gerald retrieved it for her.
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