‘That—that—why do you speak of him?’ ‘Because I feel you ought to know,’ Gerald said calmly, but rising and watching her closely, ‘that all your trouble may be in vain. Edward Bribble stood between them with an open book. His head turned sideways towards the noise, his brows scowling. Even now she could trace the outline of his shape behind the left-hand curtain. The other was to go into business—into a photographer’s reception-room, for example, or a costumer’s or hat-shop. Born on a South Sea island, she said. She did not try to approach him. "I'm your dupe no longer. I don’t mean I’m not a good woman—I mean that I’m not a GOOD woman.
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