‘Well, I can see you won’t let it alone, so what do you propose to do about the wench?’ ‘I’ll die before I let it alone,’ Gerald vowed. It was a gracious gesture, she thought, as he trudged to the Beck’s humble doorstep in his stiff blue polyester uniform. CHAPTER XXVII. I should say that having a doubt was enough to condemn it. I did not care—no woman really cares—to play the beggar maid to your King Cophetua.
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