Wood, "and take your son with you. Those I don’t mind, though, the games. “Where is my beautiful wife?” He bellowed from the downstairs. ’ ‘Comment? How will it serve you to kill me?’ ‘I do not need to kill you. Her aunt, a faded, anæmic-looking lady of somewhat too obtrusive gentility, was still sitting with her hand pressed to her heart. Do I blow off the head of a man with whom I am in love?’ ‘That,’ said Gerald, disengaging his hand and at last drawing her into his arms, ‘deserves a reward. You don’t understand, Lucy, they just aren’t like that.
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