He was always forgetting that his tummy was fifty-four years old. ’ He looked the girl up and down. . ‘Brung the lantern, I did, and opened the door again in case you was ready. Abruptly, Gerald turned. “It couldn’t be. ’ Gerald was relieved to find the girl did not attempt to run away, but meekly allowed him to usher her into the spacious and comfortable library which was his habitual haunt when at home. ” Mr. ‘Your wife?’ ‘My wife,’ he repeated, rising also, his smile mocking her. Ashen blonde, a shade that would never excite the cynical commentary which men applied to certain types of blondes. His expression became pained. Get me an interview with her. Somehow her walk home with him had been transmogrified into a melodramatic rejection, a slamming.
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