“I can get you,” Mr. Are you going to write a novel?” “Not I,” she answered gaily. Sometimes—a lonely forlorn child—she had gone to him and put her arms around his neck. ’ ‘Yes, that’s what I’m talking about,’ Gerald said. I have tried not to tell you—tried to be simply your friend.
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