She wanted to know. Let us be friends—as near and close as friends can be. Who? Could it be Gerald? Quickly, she looked back at Gosse’s face, and found him frowning. They drove up into Paris in an open fiacre with a soft cool wind blowing in their faces, hand in hand beneath the rug. But for a long time, anyhow, we lovers have to be as if we were no more than friends. The bridge was open. On his appearance, Jack levelled a pistol at his head.
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