"Mr. ’ Gerald smiled. . And as a natural consequence, they don’t do so well, and they don’t get on—and so the world doesn’t pay them. . She silently willed him to stop his pacing, to calm down. The walls were pristine white and unmarked except for two sconces and a rather colorless Monet poster that had been framed in an expensive oak surround. They would be quite as entertaining as the histories of Guzman D'Alfarache, Lazarillo de Tormes, Estevanillo Gonzalez, Meriton Latroon, or any of my favourite rogues,—and far more instructive. And she felt that if she went home it was imperative to pay. He was beginning to think about her inordinately.
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