’ Taking the chair she had indicated with a careless wave of one stiff-fingered hand, Gerald felt hope burgeoning. I wrote three letters yesterday and tore them up. He got up. ‘Well, nothing,’ uttered her betrothed crossly, before Gerald could answer. 155 The ringing doorbell jarred her from her stupor.
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