" "This is folly," cried Jack, controlling himself by a powerful effort. ‘As for you—’ ‘Do not address me. ’ ‘It’s too late for that,’ Gerald told her evenly. "Don't look at it, I entreat," she cried. I do not say guest because that suggests friendship; and I am no friend of this Wastrel. My late husband, I mean.
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