. Not fit to be dust on your boots. ‘Only you made me lose my temper, and—’ ‘I made you do so? Pah!’ Gerald at last succeeded in ripping the handkerchief from her grasp, and swiftly held it to her neck, oblivious to her now bloodied fingers clawing at his hand. CHAPTER XXVII His idea, cleverly planned, was to shatter her resistance, to confound her suddenly by striking her mind with words which would rob her coherent thought. The wedding procession passed on, and the cynical rabble poured in behind. But it was otherwise with the carpenter. After the usual laconic greetings, he drew him on one side.
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