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“Good-bye,” he said earnestly. ” She looked at him, pleading, miserable in her fancy gown. Blank it was, except for a gate near the bridgehead. Only in the sunshine; they would not answer my whistle on cloudy days. . He pulled on her shoulder, bringing her mouth to his in a kiss. Young, not much older than she was: she was twenty and he was possibly twenty-four. The features were indistinct, but was that not a halo of white about it? And the dark shadow below, was that a cloak, or the habit of a nun? Skirting the dancing, from which he had taken a breather—not from lack of energy, but to escape the inanities of the young ladies he had partnered—Gerald made his way to a side door in the saloon and opened it.
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