“Yes. Accepting his glass from the butler, Gerald glanced at Mrs Sindlesham and saw a dimple peep out. I’ve been wondering where she got her dogged will, and that hot-headed adventurous spirit, for it wasn’t from either Mary or Nicholas, that’s sure. "My child! my child!" exclaimed Mrs. Lucy had passed the house once on the sidewalk, on a rare day when he was shoveling snow. She listened with growing apprehension to the tale that Gerald told, omitting any mention of pistols and daggers, and at the end delivered herself of various expletives highly unsuited to a lady of her advanced years.
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