“It’s unforgivable of me to call, Miss Stanley,” he said, shaking hands in a peculiar, high, fashionable manner; “but you know you said we might be friends. His red hair marked him, cut short into a round shape that had the texture of a Brillo pad. It was a copy of the pencil sketch taken of him nine years ago by Winifred, and awakened a thousand tender recollections. Don't be afraid, man,—off with it. That was one of the compensations for having consigned himself to this part of the world. ’ ‘Your groom? What for?’ ‘Get him to wait outside. ‘What happened, ma’am?’ enquired Gerald gently. Every house-top, every window, every wall, every projection, had its occupants. ’ He sighed, spread his hands quite in her own manner, and fluttered his lashes.
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