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Think if your own mother was alive!” He paused, deeply moved. Part 7 As they came back from that day’s climb—it was up the Mittaghorn—they had to cross a shining space of wet, steep rocks between two grass slopes that needed a little care. ’ Relaxing back, Gerald folded his arms. He would get her to come to tea with him, usually in a pleasant tea-room over a fruit-shop in Tottenham Court Road, and he would discuss his own point of view and hint at a thousand devotions were she but to command him. She is no longer mine; she is yours. “Let your friends act for you. But when she was thinking it over in her room that evening vague and baffling doubts came drifting across this conviction. I bear the marks of some of them about me still," he continued, taking off his wig, and laying bare a bald skull, covered with cicatrices and plates of silver.
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