There’s no sense in morality, I suppose, unless you are fundamentally immoral. ‘Do please continue,’ Gerald begged, deceptively docile. Jolly hard life for a girl, getting a living. At this piece of information, the two subordinate officers were observed to exchange glances; and, after a little agreeable raillery on their captain's gallantry, they begged permission to accompany him in his visit. But for a long time, anyhow, we lovers have to be as if we were no more than friends.
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