"I don't deserve it," he said, at length; "but I would have risked a thousand deaths to enjoy this moment's happiness. ’ ‘His daughter, ma’am?’ Gerald asked. A disagreeable young man, with red hair and a loose mouth, seated at the reporter’s table, was only too manifestly sketching her. Gerald saw her eyes change as she recognised him. Flesh and blood, vivid, alluring; she was no longer the symbol, therefore she had become, as in the twinkling of an eye, an utter stranger. She was in one of her old walking-dresses, her hair was done in an unfamiliar manner, she wore a wedding-ring, and she looked as if she had been crying. "Now stand before me, Poll. That’s— that’s my private life.
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