Faintly bothered by what it might mean, Gerald rose from his seat and crossed to the tray to pour himself a glass of wine. “Many nights I have thought of you, Anna. Somehow her walk home with him had been transmogrified into a melodramatic rejection, a slamming. You did not complain then that I personated you—no, nor when Sir John came to me in Paris, and for your sake I lied.
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