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‘But I can’t leave you, miss. "
"Jacobite!" echoed Mrs. She could not go to him when it was
apparent that he needed her beyond all other instances! What had caused this
agony did not matter—then. Curiously enough nothing will persuade him
that she is not ‘Alcide. ‘You would read my mind?’
Gerald was pretty certain he already had, but he did not say so. She saw herself building up a life upon that
—a life restrained, kindly, beautiful, a little pathetic and altogether dignified; a
life of great disciplines and suppressions and extensive reserves. “What a beautiful mare’s nest!” she exclaimed. As to the picture, I'll
keep it myself, though, if you do go I shall need no memorial of you. ‘Ah, now I may see what damage Gérard has done to me,’ she muttered,
crossing to the table and putting her hand to the sore place at her neck.
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