“Aunt!” she said, “I can’t—” Then she caught a wild appeal in her aunt’s blue eye, halted, and the door clicked upon them. “And yet you still live, Butterfly. ’ You mean you hope you do, thought Gerald cynically. I have been in torment all the while to know whether it was to Anna or to Annabel that you were making love so charmingly. He himself, middle-aged, steeped in traditions of the City and moneymaking, very ill-skilled in all the lighter graces of life, as he himself well knew, could yet come to her invested with something of the halo of romance by the almost magical powers of an unlimited banking account. 8 or 1. Lord, what a state I was in! Night after night I sat there, I watched her come in, I watched her go.
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