But Gerald wouldn’t hear of it. He had pictured her, if indeed she had ever had the courage to do this thing, as sitting alone, convulsed with guilty fear, starting at her own shadow, a slave to constant terror. Mischief bubbled up in her. Upon leaning back, he commented, “You look so sad. ” “I suppose,” said Constance, stencilling away at bright pink petals, “it’s our lot. .
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