A single false step might have precipitated him into the street; or, if he had trodden upon an unsound part of the roof, he must have fallen through it. “I should imagine,” he said, shaking out a copy of The Times, “that it is your brain which is addled. She wondered even at this late day how she had been able to hold her maddening curiosity in check. ’ ‘What?’ gasped Gerald, shocked. ‘Do you think I do not know? What am I doing here, do you think?’ ‘That’s just exactly what I’ve been asking myself,’ he returned. A dissipated, loose-living man.
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