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She was trying by some wonderful, secret, and motionless gymnastics to restrain her tears. Her fingers passed over a cunningly wrought surface of wood, with just the correct amount of protrusion, the precise colours of dyed leather, and cleverly gilded surfaces and neatly painted lettering. ’ ‘It’s too late for that,’ Gerald told her evenly. And she did not merely affect to be driven—she felt driven. “Why can’t you tell people that you are what you are? Why all the secrecy?” She looked beyond the farmhouse. That had taken her by surprise, and her tired wits had failed her. “To-night we are as we have always been. He had a blue overstuffed couch, his own television, even a computer with its own desk. I don’t know. You don’t happen to know of any one, I suppose, who wants a nursery governess, or a clerk—without shorthand—or a tryer-on, or a copyist, or——” “For Heaven’s sake stop, Miss Pellissier,” he interrupted. .
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