‘No, my poor guardian,’ Gerald mocked. “You are making your dress?” “Such as it is. Was he pleased?” “Calmly! He said—you won’t mind my telling you?” “Not a bit. The rest was easy. To-night all this may seem hard and cruel. He tugged at the overly large hooded sweatshirt, which she unzipped and let fall to the ground. Michelle pulled a Kleenex out of a Pocket Pack and blew her nose.
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