The flowers and turf, a wild strawberry, a rare butterfly, and suchlike little intimate things had become more interesting than mountains. She would rend him limb from limb like a fiend if only she could move. He might have been a complete innocent, she did not know and did not bother to find out. ’ Gerald gazed at her without expression. He never said hello, as if it had become a personal taboo for him. Her mind turned and accused itself of having been cold and hard. We may meet—who can tell? But I will not be fettered, even though you would make the chains of roses. "My sight is failing me.
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