"Oh! Jack! Jack!—you little know what a price I've paid for you!" "Well, I'm glad those women are gone," remarked Shotbolt. ’ *** It must have been fate, Gerald decided, near an hour later, staring intently at the closed French windows on the raised alcove that led out to the terrace. She went up-stairs and hesitated between four doors with ground-glass panes, each of which professed “The Women’s Bond of Freedom” in neat black letters. Hope you ate light before you got here. Perhaps Gerald was not as clothheaded as he had thought. "I've been wondering, until this morning, if you were real. “It is unimportant,” she said. I don’t think I’ve got illusions, nor you. “I shall be waiting for you there, and in the meantime, if you will help yourself—pray don’t look like that. “I regret that you should ever have proposed it,” he went on. He carried her in his arms up the steps, like a bride on her honeymoon. But not once in these ten years had they borne blossom or fruit. She said as much to him.
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