’ ‘Damn you, I should have beaten you,’ Gerald swore, holding fast to his corner of the little square of linen. “I cannot part with you. “Don’t you know, child, that this is torture for me? What in God’s name more can you have to tell me?” Her face had become almost like a marble image. “Pretend,” he said, “that all I have said hasn’t been said. Perhaps marriage hurt. simply lost all hope. . She was looking about her, and her face was dark with anger. One must get them with exactly the same intensity. The blue jaws suggested courage and tenacity.
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