’ ‘And you are of a disposition entirely untruthful,’ retorted Gerald. ’ Her breath tightened and she was obliged to control an inner ferocity. She went to her own table and sat down. The old aspect of the place was gone. It was Sunday evening—a soft delicious evening, and, from the happy, cheerful look of the house, none would have dreamed of the dismal tragedy so lately acted within its walls. You won’t want to be late the first evening, and it’s ten minutes past seven now. Afraid there'll be a love-affair.
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