A bumper round, gentlemen. If you know her for the vicious, scheming wretch that she is, why in God’s name—?’ ‘She’s not a vicious, scheming wretch,’ Gerald said calmly. Winds returned, the gardens withered, and roses would not bloom. “I wonder,” she began, presently, “why I love you—and love you so much?. And he hazarded a wink at the poet over the paper on which he was sketching. " "No more of this," said Winifred, angrily. His voice had broken. ’ ‘But I can’t leave you, miss. ” She said. “One has such ridiculous ideas of the wicked common people and the beautiful machinery of order that ropes them in. Her hands wove through his black hair, luxuriating in its thickness.
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