‘That’s better,’ said Gerald, and let her go. But it is that I have a very bad temper, you understand. 8 or 1. You have the look in your eyes to-night which you had that day, the look of a frightened child. ‘I thought as how it couldn’t do no harm, and as it turns out, it done me a bit of good. That's well. He sat up in his chair again, the colour came back to his cheeks. He had conveyed it to her, not verbally, but by means of a letter, which seemed to her a singularly ignoble method of prohibition. Still, it was rather terrible to suspect that one had fallen from grace, but nevertheless the thing was possible. She spoke slowly. She visited the corner that had been her own little garden—her forget-me-nots and candytuft had long since been elbowed into insignificance by weeds; she visited the raspberry-canes that had sheltered that first love affair with the little boy in velvet, and the greenhouse where she had been wont to read her secret letters.
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