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But did Gerald trouble himself
about her? No. The man could
put a bullet through her before she could hope to reach any one of them. "I can't hold it much longer—it'll
break my wrist. But you don’t particularly want to do
the job that sets you free—for its own sake. A man's laced hat,—whether adopted from the caprice of the moment, or
habitually worn, we are unable to state,—cocked knowingly on her head,
harmonized with her masculine appearance. ”
“Quite true,” she answered briskly, “and thanks to you I have succeeded. The recollection of all her unhappiness, the loveless years, the unending
loneliness, the injustice of it, rolled up to her lips in verbal lava. ’
‘I beg your pardon?’ said Miss Froxfield frostily.
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