“His dress for no man lays a snare; A man scores always, everywhere. ‘Would you care for some refreshment? A glass of wine, perhaps?’ ‘Nothing, merci, I do not remain,’ she answered, although she did not rise. Perhaps it was the recollection of those happy days. ’ Gerald opened his eyes at her. Well, you shall know. I have a weapon—a knife—and if you attempt to open the door, will plunge it to my heart.
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