‘If ever I met such a pair of lunatics!’ ‘Give me that, Hilary,’ Gerald said at once, ignoring his remark and reaching out for the handkerchief. ’ ‘And she’d be right,’ Martha said severely. Now keep still. A white house that she often found charming loomed gray and ashen, its gardens shorn for the coming winter. Pity you aren’t under my command. She practiced swaddling on a doll, pretending to pat the head of her imaginary infant boy.
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