’ ‘Nonsense, it’ll give Pottiswick something genuine to complain about,’ said Gerald cheerfully, moving to the edge of the trees. No one spoke, and she was impelled to flounder on. “I hate you because you are the Devil! Rot in Hell!” She was shocked at her own accusation, how she had savored the words. A remittance man. Run along now; but return in half an hour. He was holding the ring to the light, and narrowly examining the inscription. This was the bitterest hour he had ever known.
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