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‘Gérard,’ she said, giving the French version with a soft “g” and not quite
managing the “l”. It is the immediate inspiration of confidence; it alleviates pain, because we know
by that smile that pain is soon to leave us; it becomes the bulwark against our
depressive thoughts of death; and it is the promise that we still have a long way
to go before we reach the Great Terminal. "Whose house do you want, master?" said the man, touching his hat. The drawers at the moment were too busy to attend to her, and she
would have seized the opportunity of examining, unperceived, the assemblage
within, through a little curtained window that overlooked the adjoining chamber,
if an impediment had not existed in the shape of Baptist Kettleby, whose portly
person entirely obscured the view. The place for reading. “You are mistaken, David. He rested his brow on his hand and conveyed magnificent tragedy by his pose. “Will you come this way,” she said, “into the drawing-room? There is no one
there just now.
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