I had consecrated my life to His Work; and I took the primrose path. For if Gerald had indeed gone to see this Prudence, it was better to wait for his report. She could almost smell her mother’s attar of white roses and lemon verbena with the memory of the story. CHAPTER XXII. Practically. We must always move on. There was no light in the room; but, notwithstanding this, the young man did not fail to detect the buxom figure of Mrs.
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