The wretch you confide in has sworn to hang you. ’ ‘Ah, but there’s the little matter of your presence here,’ said Gerald on a note of apology. The place was gloomy, with its darkly panelled walls, but it was sparsely furnished. ” She was silent for a time, with her nose on the pillow, and that brought her to: “What’s the good of pretending? “I love him,” she said aloud to the dim forms of her room, and repeated it, and went on to imagine herself doing acts of tragically dog-like devotion to the biologist, who, for the purposes of the drama, remained entirely unconscious of and indifferent to her proceedings. ’ ‘Parbleu, it is I who am the idiot?’ she scolded furiously, removing one hand and digging it into her sleeve.
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