’ ‘I am not the imbecile you take me for,’ Gerald said with dangerous calm. The day was unseasonably humid and dark, a thick fog having descended over manicured lawns. “John, don’t!” she cried. Wood, who had merely absented himself to see that a public breakfast, which he had ordered at the Six Bells for all who chose to partake of it, was in readiness. When her shock and the headache subsided, and she remembered that she had been reading the letter when Gosse had accosted her, she looked for it in vain. When I am leading a true life, a pure and simple life free of all stimulants and excitements, I think—I think— oh! with pellucid clearness; but if I so much as take a mouthful of meat—or anything—the mirror is all blurred. Winny, this is the last night I shall pass beneath your father's roof.
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