’
Gerald tutted. ’
She was silent for a space, and it was evident that this part of the story was
still too painful to be recalled with ease. It's of
no use. “Perhaps,” she said, “it is the London climate. “Why?”
“I still love you. Ho-hum!
CHAPTER IX
The Hong-Kong packet lay alongside the warehouse frontage. If you are redistributing or providing access to a work
with the phrase "Project Gutenberg" associated with or appearing on the
work, you must comply either with the requirements of paragraphs 1. “I hope you will not compel me to
say again that I do not know the man’s name, nor, to the best of my belief, have I
ever seen him before in my life. \"I'll have
to call and tell Cathy. ’
‘Well, sir? Who is “she”? Not my granddaughter, I take it. I've come to take you back home.
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