‘Do you not understand that I can trust no one—no one?’ ‘That is a pity,’ Gerald said, rising to face her. "I'll need a job when I quit this bed. ” He groaned. This discovery made, I hastened back to London to offer you my hand, but found you had married in the mean time a smock-faced, smooth-tongued carpenter named Sheppard. He had saluted her with elaborate civility, his eyes distended with indecipherable meanings.
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