” Lucy said. During all their long comradeship he had
never so much as ventured to hold her fingers. 277
“I was beginning to think that I would never see you
again, Lucy. ’
Gerald grinned. She could smell
the sweet girl child he had buried in the garage in autumn,
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even under the frozen ground. Why should she trouble herself over that young fool, who was
nothing to her; who, when he eventually sobered up, would not be able to
recognize her, or if he did, as something phantasmagorical?
Perhaps he should not apply the term "fool"; "unfortunate" might be the more
accurate application. ” He
threw his head back. Can you lend
me some stuff?”
“You ARE a chap!” said Constance, and warmed only slowly from the idea of
dissuasion to the idea of help. Parbleu, but
she was a fool.
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