Nothing material occurred to Newgate, until the memorable year 1666, when it was utterly destroyed by the Great Fire. “Good-bye, John,” she said simply. Now, it was a wilderness of weeds. Disappointment flickered in Gerald’s chest, and he did not hesitate to speak his mind, unable to help a reproachful note. Very likely you will disapprove highly of what I have done—I wonder? You may, perhaps, think I have done it just in a fit of childish petulance because my father locked me in when I wanted to go to a ball of which he did not approve. And me, I wish to know why you have seen him. "All life is a muddle, and we are all muddlers, more or less.
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