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And the woollen-draper departed. Oh! my dear, dear son, be warned in time. “Yes! I must! The thing is becoming a torture to me. Where was the
message? Where was Gerald? Until he came back, what was there for her to do?
Eh bien, it made no sense to do anything. He seemed happy with her, finding her
proper and seemly. Go for it. She admired and rather pitied him, and she was
unfeignedly grateful to him. She drew up a chair and sat down, putting her palm on the damp, cold forehead. The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a
single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured
elsewhere. They had scrubbed and dusted, torn down and
hung up until noon.
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