" And before she could be prevented, she lifted up the cloth, and disclosed Shotbolt. Did you break my mother's heart as you tried to break mine? I am no longer accountable to you for anything. " "I'm sorry. ” She smiled at him, an understanding smile, but her words defied him. She was herself conscious of a recklessness of spirits almost hysterical. One’s sense of proportion, battered out of all shape in the daily life of cities, reasserts itself. ’ ‘Yes, I’m sorry about that,’ Gerald uttered in a rueful tone.
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