” “You are separated from your wife?” “Yes, but do you know how?” “Not exactly. You are wedged in amongst a crowd, perhaps in the promenade, you lean over the back, you are almost out of sight. Perhaps," she added, in a whisper, as she appropriated the beforenamed article, "he has a pocket-book. ‘What do you mean?’ Gerald grinned. I let him take me to the English Embassy, and we went through some sort of a ceremony. It was noon when the caravan reached the tower of the water-clock. Her aunt was blandly amiable above a certain tremulous undertow, and talked as if to a caller about the alarming spread of marigolds that summer at the end of the garden, a sort of Yellow Peril to all the smaller hardy annuals, while her father brought some papers to table and presented himself as preoccupied with them. Gosse sneered.
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