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‘Ah. He sat up in his chair again, the colour came
back to his cheeks. The Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation ("the Foundation"
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merely a boy. I believe—I
believe that I must risk it. Gerald’s thoughts raced as he reached out supporting hands and murmured
meaningless phrases to soothe. There was first the Avenue,
which ran in a consciously elegant curve from the railway station into an
undeveloped wilderness of agriculture, with big, yellow brick villas on either
side, and then there was the pavement, the little clump of shops about the postoffice, and under the railway arch was a congestion of workmen’s dwellings. Looking for something, or
someone, probably. As he anticipated, he was here comparatively
screened from the fury of the wind; and when he gazed upon the roaring fall
beneath him, visible through the darkness in a glistening sheet of foam, his heart
overflowed with gratitude for his providential deliverance. The rain smelled of
the Tyrrhenian Sea, which lay only a few paces beyond
the manor's white sea-soaked walls. The ticket line filtered slowly into the glass doors,
growing louder and more boisterous by the minute.
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