’ ‘Nothing of the sort,’ Gerald said calmly, sipping at his burgundy. He turned me so that he could have a companion in his loneliness. He leapt down into the haha surrounding the terrace, and saw that the nun was there also and backing towards him, anxiously checking now and then above the level of the terrace. The real tragedy—which he sensed and toward which he was always reaching—eluded all his verbal skill. But did Gerald trouble himself about her? No.
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