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"Close the court, Mr. ’ ‘Yes, but I’m afraid I am far too interested to stop mixing myself in your affairs,’ Gerald said ruefully. But Bess could scarcely summon resolution enough to hazard the experiment; and it was only on Jack's urgent intreaties, and even threats, that she could be prevailed on to trust herself to the frail tenure of the rope he had prepared. Rain started to pummel the roof of the pavilion, which coalesced into sheets and rumbled to the cement below. "It looks as though, we should go together," he said, pulling her toward him. Perhaps an hour passed before she laid aside the book. ‘No, my poor guardian,’ Gerald mocked.
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