I——” Then he stopped short, for he began to remember things. “Well, I don’t want you to talk to him,” he said, very firmly. Wood lifted up his hands in mute despair. Finger to his lips, Gerald pointed in the direction of the noise. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. Mrs.
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