‘What in God’s name do you think you’re playing at?’ ‘Let me alone, man,’ Gerald muttered under his breath. His face was wreathed in smiles, his beringed hand was cordially outstretched. . ‘That—that—why do you speak of him?’ ‘Because I feel you ought to know,’ Gerald said calmly, but rising and watching her closely, ‘that all your trouble may be in vain. Her father was distinctly irascible, and disposed more than ever to hide away among the petrological things—the study was turned out. He hesitated for a moment and then he followed her. ‘Yes, that is reasonable.
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