’ ‘Consider me warned,’ said Gerald solemnly. Always the other things remained. Winds returned, the gardens withered, and roses would not bloom. He relayed many details of the location and the beautiful rivers of her home, a subject she never tired of. Never had he corrected her with hand or whip, the ring in his voice had always been sufficient to cower her. For a time she looked at no more apartments, and walked through gaunt and ill-cleaned streets, through the sordid under side of life, perplexed and troubled, ashamed of her previous obtuseness. ’ The lady shook her head, contriving at the same moment to utter a breathy little laugh. "But bring your glim this way. “Don’t you know?” “Oh! I know—” “Well—” Her face was an unaccustomed pink.
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