‘But, Gérard—’ ‘Don’t start arguing,’ he said in a tone that brooked no defiance. "Aw, piffle!" he said, half aloud and rather disgustedly, as he stepped out into the sunshine. Earles?” he inquired. " "Irons—heavy irons—night and day. “And as for praying for faith—this sort of monologue is about as near as any one of my sort ever gets to prayer. His exploits and escapes are in every body's mouth. Oddly, he was seldom angry with her as Gianfrancesco would have been.
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