“It is Rhea’s infant. There was the cottage she had inhabited for so many years,—in those fields she had rambled,—at that church she had prayed. ” She laughed softly to herself. I've got to know why. There is no other way. He’s riding down the drive. The bed-and table-linen were of the finest texture. Crouching down, Gerald waited, hands at the ready.
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