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They were silent for a time. He measured out the portion of another peg, the bottle wavering in his hand. The nun on the threshold was of middle age and heavily built, her back uneven from toil and her hands roughened. He stole his chance and thrust his hand towards hers. " "Her release would be a mercy," pursued the matron. ’ ‘That has put “only Gerald” very firmly in his place,’ mourned Gerald. “About two years ago. " IV. " "Where did he get it?" inquired Wood, in surprise. There was the cottage she had inhabited for so many years,—in those fields she had rambled,—at that church she had prayed. His diminutive hand flew out from behind his back like a wounded bird. You can’t do without an agent, and there’s no one can run you better than I can. ’ ‘Why did you not claim it yourself?’ asked Gerald.
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