‘My papa he does not wish me to marry the man I choose, and thus he places me in the convent that the nuns may lock me up and I cannot escape. " He stuffed the printed chintz into her arms and smiled into her eyes. ’ ‘What for?’ asked Gerald, half laughing, as he put his hand in his pocket and brought out his elegant pistol. The hand that had been clenched lay open, relaxed; and upon the palm he saw her mother's locket. She ran away from you; and now I can easily understand why. I am loved. Pity he's ta'en to bad ways so airly. She drew up a chair and sat down, putting her palm on the damp, cold forehead.
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