As for this infatuation—it’s like some obsession, some magic thing laid upon you. Since Jack has left us, what does it matter whether he's pleased or not?" At this moment, a whistle was heard. “Yes,” she answered, looking away. ’ ‘Willingly?’ ‘Parbleu, what a person you think me. ‘Give me my pistol!’ Gerald shook his head, slipping the pistol into his pocket. She went about in a negligent November London that had become very dark and foggy and greasy and forbidding indeed, and tried to find that modest but independent employment she had so rashly assumed.
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