” Lord, he was right! But softly now. ’ ‘Will you have done, Gerald?’ demanded Hilary, exasperated. “Delusion!” “You can call it what you like,” she said. Her slender throat was encircled by a black riband, with a small locket attached to it; and upon the top of her head rested a diminutive lace cap. Blotted out—Love! With infinite care, through nearly a thousand pages, her father had obliterated the word Love.
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