Beautiful sculptures of sugar and almond paste decorated the long tables, delicate replicas of flowers and miniature animals, even a small Palazzo sculpted from cakes graced the table. Gerald went through all the papers in front of Gosse and that woman of his, one by one. Oh! you haven't got the key—then I must have it, I suppose. You would rather live like the scum of the earth, in that little brown hovel you call a house, in bourgeois paradise. I feel that I shall stifle unless I can do something—and do something soon.
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