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‘You are, I think,
a gentleman, no?’
Gerald bowed. Just an idea of mine. ’
Mrs Prudence Sindlesham, a widow of several years’ standing, so she told
Gerald, was a scarecrow of a female, long and lank of limb in a figure that had
once been willowy. “He wants to settle something on you, I
believe. Her dainty shoes were soiled with dust
and there was a great tear in her skirt. I thought it would be
magnificent to have a great house in Paris, and more money than any other
woman. At first she thought he was endeavouring to rid
himself of the fleas, but after a time she came to understand that the muck had
healing qualities and soothed the burning scratches made by his claws. Her eye wandered quickly over that riotous and
disorderly assemblage, until it settled upon one group more riotous and
disorderly than the rest, of which her son formed the principal figure. \"Yes, he's hot, drives a great car, parents are loaded,
and, of course, as you say, good-looking. Abruptly, Gerald turned. Wood, popping her head
through the window.
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