’ ‘Now why didn’t I make that connection?’ Gerald asked of the air in a tone of regret. . She had unaccountable gleams of sympathy with and liking for him. There was no one else in the doorway. She floundered deep. He swore that I was his wife, that chance had given me to him at last. ’ ‘How do you do?’ Gerald said pleasantly, stepping from the pillared portico and coming down the shallow stairway. She was practicing with them on that very day, and displaced a rather mediocre boy violinist who claimed “to be better at the viola anyway” as first chair.
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