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‘Hilary is a darling. In this letter, which is addressed to my ill-fated mother, he speaks of his friendship for Sir Rowland, whom it seems he had known abroad; but entreats her to keep the marriage secret for a time, for reasons which are not fully developed. Two persons possessing a more comfortable stock of assurance could not be readily found. Then, naturally, I went on talking. It was perfectly legitimate. A bad one in a rough-and-tumble; all the water-front tricks. The lights rolled over, and were extinguished. Her hands wove through his black hair, luxuriating in its thickness. ‘Let go!’ ‘Do you take me for a fool?’ Gerald demanded.
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