‘But you said—’ Gerald tutted. He was the true optimist; and that he should proceed, serenely unconscious of reefs and storms, she accepted the double buffets. Away in London even now Capes was packing and preparing; Capes, the magic man whose touch turned one to trembling fire. He has no imagination, no real generosity. "Poor thing!" muttered he, as the widow departed on her errand, "she's seen better days and better circumstances than she'll ever see again, I'm sure. It was the size of my palm.
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