“I’d rather go as a chorus-girl,” she said. Faintly bothered by what it might mean, Gerald rose from his seat and crossed to the tray to pour himself a glass of wine. Mother—dear mother!" he added, clasping her in his arms, "Look at me again. Sheppard snatched back her hand from his grasp, and exerted all her force to repel his advances. My wife—killed me. When it came time to eat once again, she hid out on the beach, a remote fastness beyond the city walls, a swampy morass that everyone avoided.
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