” She looked at him quizzically. He was walking listlessly along, well-dressed, debonnair, good-looking. ’ Gerald noted the mixture of respect and apprehension in the glance he received from the boy. I was born on an island in the South Seas. The tears were welling over now, but her voice was steady. . ‘But I don’t trust you an inch. From her stomacher, to which it was attached by a multitude of glittering steel chains, depended an immense turnip-shaped watch, in a pinchbeck case. That is what terrified her: the consciousness that nothing in her life would be continuous, that she would no sooner form friendships (like the present) than relentless fate would thrust her into a new circle.
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