. “You poor child!” he said; “don’t you see the infinite folly of these proceedings? Think! Think of the love and affection you abandon! Think of your aunt, a second mother to you. CHAPTER VI. He carried her in his arms up the steps, like a bride on her honeymoon. ’ There was a kind of aching hunger in Gerald’s gaze. 47 was no more than a sort of railway compartment on the way to that. Go, and let him in. She told you —the truth. Breakfast was laid for one, a dish of fruit and a shining coffee equipage.
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