But beyond "amicable agreement in which mutual concessions are made," the word "compromise" was as blank as the Canton wall at night. The brown house, almost exactly the same as the Beck’s, turned black as pitch in the gloom. ‘Do you not understand that I can trust no one—no one?’ ‘That is a pity,’ Gerald said, rising to face her. Of course she had taken the boy as her lover, acting as his muse.
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