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’ Triumph leapt in Gerald’s chest. ’ No Latin? And no guns or daggers, naturally. ‘You see,’ he pursued blandly, ‘I lead a life of the most intolerable boredom. She crawled underneath the soft white sheets, reclining and pulling the blankets up to her chin. She liked his face; it had on it the suggestion of gentleness, of fineness. And when she went to sleep, then always Capes became the novel and wonderful guest of her dreams. "You have said," pursued the widow, "that she, who has once erred, is irreclaimable. Wood hadn't struck me.
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