It was not a cambric curtain Ruth had drawn across that part of her life: it was of iron. ’ ‘Oh, have you?’ grunted Gerald, surprising in himself a surge of some odd emotion at these words. You won't refuse me, I'm sure; so no more need be said about the matter. 256 Lucy chose her words carefully. "Enough," said Jack, recovering his composure. The petals have fallen—the red petals we loved so.
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