’ Gerald was staring at her, an arrested expression on his face. ‘If you did not want me to talk of it,’ she told him with characteristic insouciance, ‘you should not have mentioned the matter to me. Woman's love of silk is not set by fashion; it is bred in the bone; and somewhere, somehow, a woman will have her bit of silk. . I am bothered. " "I am at a loss to understand you Sir,", said Trenchard. I’ll drive you home once my buzz goes away. ’ ‘He did, you know,’ grinned Gerald. ‘How disappointing,’ mourned Gerald. 207 She romanced a dark-haired farmer a few times, having long since forgotten his name. "But vere'll be the use o' vinnin'? you von't live to pay me.
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