She cursed the treachery of memory, its frailty and spottiness. She could not resist enduing persons she met with the noble attributes of the fictional characters. In the old days he had been something of an athlete—a runner, an oarsman, and a crack at tennis. Crouching down, Gerald waited, hands at the ready.
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