Lord, I am sixty. Bowing to the stranger, the woollen-draper very politely requested to know his business. The stranger with a bow returned to his table. She would look up, shake her head, and then go back to her reading or crewelwork. But Gerald wouldn’t hear of it. Her father and her husband, who had both been a little pale at their first encounter, were growing now just faintly flushed. Anna held out her hand, and he paused. ” “Oh, I might,” he answered, “have gone further still. ” There was a long silence. Certainly not a gentlewoman.
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