"Begone, wretch!" cried the mother, stung beyond endurance by his taunts; "or I will drive you hence with my curses. ‘I beg your pardon?’ said Gerald. She had thought—What had she thought? That this dependence of women was but an illusion which needed only to be denied to vanish. Cautiously stepping outside, he looked up towards the terrace.
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