“More coffee, hon?” She held her hand over the cup. Nor my grandfathers both. She got up, drew up her blind, and stared out of window at a dawn-cold vision of chimneys for a time, and then went and sat on the edge of her bed. ’ ‘Damn you, I should have beaten you,’ Gerald swore, holding fast to his corner of the little square of linen. He shivered and looked behind as he stepped into his hansom. 1.
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