Perhaps what urged her interest in the young man's direction was the dead whiteness of his face, the puffed eyelids and the bloodshot whites. “My God!” he said at last, with tremendous feeling, and then again, “My God!” Now that this thing was said her mind was clear and calm. “If I had three hands,” she said, with a faint smile, “I would give one to each of you. Gerald, whose French was adequate from his military service abroad, was able to respond suitably to such remarks as the ladies addressed to him, but was less exercised by their fashionable dress than their decidedly careworn appearance. Her aunt went out of the room with dignity and a rustle, and up-stairs to the fastness of her own room. She shuddered, adding confidentially, ‘You wouldn’t get me in there now, mind. Wood; "here's a pretty to-do about nothing.
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