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’ Obediently, Gerald rose and walked to the other end of the parlour. There was a pause, while the steel grey eyes sliced at her. This intelligence, which she instantly communicated to the carpenter, drove him almost frantic. Vorsack looked pale and pink. ’ Gerald tutted. You know how stubborn they get. “Fred,” he said, “do you remember taking me to dinner at the ‘Ambassador’s,’ one evening last September, to meet a girl who was singing there? Hamilton and Drummond and his lot were with us. They sat down in a covered pavilion that housed a grimy picnic table and a dingy fire pit. In worldly matters Gay was not fortunate. It is not you who runs the risk of going dinnerless to-morrow. It's my way when I'm ruffled.
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