‘Do please continue,’ Gerald begged, deceptively docile. “He was alive at four o’clock this afternoon,” she answered, “but the doctors give little hope of his recovery. Mr. ‘You will please to tell this—this idiot to release me. ” She took his hand, interrupting him. "How long will he be laid up?" "Three or four weeks, if he doesn't peg out during the night. Even her memories of he who had frequented her life for the longest period of years were worn and fading.
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