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‘I am afraid that there is,’ Gerald told her evenly. The Storm
VII. “You’re—I don’t know,” said Ann Veronica. Buried under various ancestral sixteenths, smothered under
modern thought, liberty of action and bewildering variety of flesh-pots, it was
still alive to the extent that it needed only his present state to resuscitate it in all
its peculiar force. You mustn't go dressing up Tom, Dick, and Harry in
Henry Esmond's ruffles. Rather a hazardous
spot for a convalescent, and McClintock had been doubtful at first; but Spurlock
declared that he was a good sailor, which was true. I'm about to leave this country for ever. ‘I thought
as how it couldn’t do no harm, and as it turns out, it done me a bit of good. I want to give myself to you. “You are certain of this. “This is all rot!” he declared angrily. Let—it—fall.
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