His eyes were small and grey; as far apart and as sly-looking as those of a fox. I've a question to ask him. I'm a graybeard, an old bachelor; so I am accorded certain privileges. ‘Did you see the man?’ Gerald asked. We can be married tomorrow in Paris. That’s really what I want to discuss.
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