’ ‘Parbleu, it is I who am the idiot?’ she scolded furiously, removing one hand and digging it into her sleeve. “Aunt!” she said, “I can’t—” Then she caught a wild appeal in her aunt’s blue eye, halted, and the door clicked upon them. " "So it seems," observed the woollen-draper, "and for every one else, too. "I wouldn't give a betel-nut for a man who wouldn't stick to his guns, if he believed himself in the right. It reminded her of one of the old tales her mother Marina had told her about a sculptor named Farhat. I will tell you what you shall give me, if you like. ’ ‘Poor little devil,’ said Gerald, genuinely sorry for her.
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