“When did you get home last night, Lucy?” Cathy interrogated through a yawn. ’ Obediently, Gerald rose and walked to the other end of the parlour. He did not write this with lead but with his heart's blood. You see, we travelled second class, and we are in the least known quarter of Paris. How dreary it all looks.
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