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Gerald lost his head. Sebastian was always a man who felt the need to surround himself with the trappings of the finer life. Probably the latter, for the thronging ballroom was insufferably hot. Andrew's church, the bell of which was tolling, was covered with spectators. I want to tell every one. Remember, in your story—look at it, scattered everywhere!—that line? We arrive at true happiness only through labyrinths of misery. There was hope for me then. What is it you’re after? Money, I suppose. But though she lied about pretty much everything else, she didn’t lie about that. Hurt beyond what he could imagine by the selfishness and pride of her forbears, whose fateful disputes had robbed her of the life she should have led, the plucky little devil had taken matters into her own hands. I was Annabel the rake, ‘Alcide’ of the music halls.
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