She had left for ever the cage, the galling leash: she was free. But Gerald kept to a casual note. Beauty doesn’t mean, never has meant, anything—anything at all but you. Ah! how I wish, poor dear Sir Cecil were alive! he'd keep him in order. Jonathan, however, still lingered.
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