” She cried once they were in the great room. The poor old imbecile! Why, this child was a firebrand, a wrecker, if ever he had seen one; and the worst kind because she was unconscious of her gifts. On the contrary, I am altogether satisfied. ‘Gérard, you are a great fool. “Quite on my own,” she said. She was lovely, painted like the porcelain doll he had always wanted her to be. “Thank God,” he exclaimed. For a few minutes, Darrell seemed to have the advantage in the conflict. She would often steal away to tryst with him in the orchard, even now she felt her loins grow warm with the memory of his ardor.
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