At the bottom of the trunk was a large manila envelope, unmarked. All the world about her seemed to be—how can one put it?—in wrappers, like a house when people leave it in the summer. But this might be merely a figurative mode of describing his customary vigilance. Then she glanced at the cards again, over which her aunt’s many-ringed hand played, and then at the rather weak, rather plump face that surveyed its operations. The fellow Kimble, to whom Gerald was indebted, was gaping.
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