Gerald at once lowered his voice to that intimate level again, and leaned
towards her. She were that miserable. I will write to your major, and
you will send the letter very quickly. ‘Woof!’ uttered Trodger, gazing at the lady in some awe. Why had she married him, off-hand, like that? She did
not love him, or he knew nothing of love signs. Perhaps she would have to charge this man and appear
in a police-court next day. ’ His eyes found the girl again, and he added rancorously, ‘Giving
birth to you. She found herself again in the presence of
some element in life about which she had been trained not to think, about which
she was perhaps instinctively indisposed to think; something which jarred, in
spite of all her mental resistance, with all her preconceptions of a clean and
courageous girl walking out from Morningside Park as one walks out of a cell
into a free and spacious world. He had promised her some
books, for she had voiced her hunger for stories. “They are full of the usual foolish stories. A neat tale, giving little away.
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