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“All’s well that ends well,”
he said; “and the less one says about things the better. It isn’t
illusions—for us. The pistol, it was not loaded. She made noises between weeping and laughter as she went. That is what terrified her: the consciousness that nothing in her life would be
continuous, that she would no sooner form friendships (like the present) than
relentless fate would thrust her into a new circle. “But why,” he said in the gasping voice of one subduing an agony, and looked
at her from under a pain-wrinkled brow, “why did you not tell me this before?”
“I didn’t know—I thought I might be able to control myself. The
wine bubbled and seethed; and the exquisite bouquet of oranges permeated the
room. She was
caught by some of the bystanders, who offered by her every assistance in their
power. "
"Mrs. But—but how?’
‘Can you write?’ Gerald asked, digging into one of his capacious pockets and
bringing out a leather ring purse. So long as a man behaves himself, I can't refuse him liquor. You are the most beautiful, the most desirable thing I have
ever met in this world. "Perhaps he means well.
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