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He was almost frightening in silhouette, his hair uncontrollable under the best of circumstances, but that changed when you saw his face. But, since I've seen the friend and companion of my childhood, Thames Darrell, I've no heart for it. What news. ’ Gerald remained infuriatingly calm. “Your mother was a Gypsy. “No Christmas dinner,” she said, “or anything nice! One doesn’t even know what you are doing. . “And yet,” he said, “you bid me talk cheerfully, or not at all. Will you find your destiny, I wonder, or will you go through life like so many others—a wanderer, knocking ever at empty doors, homeless to the last? Oh, if one could but find the way to your heart. She looked away. Small wonder she had learned to be self-reliant.
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