“Won’t you have some more tea, Mr. ‘No, my poor guardian,’ Gerald mocked. “She must go her own way. ToC In an incredibly short space of time,—for her anxiety lent wings to her feet,— Mrs. It's your eagerness that bothers me. The storm burst upon them in its fury. But that's an infirmity shared by a great many sounder heads than mine.
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