A smile trembled at the corners of her mouth as she recalled Gerald’s ridiculous upbraiding of his own reflection in the mirror. She was fine and tender. Through fire and water, through penury and pestilence, your hand will always be on his shoulder. That he had resolved upon its execution, whatever it might be, was evident from his saying aloud,— "I will do it. “You were never born,” he declared, “to follow the well worn roads. I was his wife.
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