Why can’t you let it be?’ Gerald grinned at him. He HAD followed her! What had he followed her for? He must have followed her all the way from beyond Grosvenor Square. His quiet, kindly smile implied his serene disbelief in any confessible thing. She was a trained being—trained by an implacable mother to one end. “He can’t be more than thirty. "I beg your pardon!… A bit rocky this morning…. You have said a thousand times that there was no shame in you. "Judging from what you tell me, I've no doubt he's the illegitimate offspring of some handsome, but lowborn profligate; in which case, he'll neither have name, nor wealth for his inheritance. ’ ‘But I can’t leave you, miss. She despises me, I suppose. That added to his puzzle.
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