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Why on earth couldn’t he leave her to grow in her own way? Her pride rose at the bare thought of return. From first to last, on this occasion, her aunt expostulated for about two hours. ’ ‘Leonardo again,’ Gerald muttered and, to her disappointment, dropped her hand. He spent the remainder of the afternoon looking for a friend whom he found at last in the billiard room of one of the smaller clubs to which he belonged. Killed is too kind a word. Side by side with the cheese (its never-failing accompaniment, in all seasons, at the carpenter's board) came a tankard of swig, and a toast. He had done his best, pitching with determined fury that resulted in two outs. "I thought I heard a noise. ‘As I said, a mistake. He seemed wholly insensible to the rain, though it presently descended in torrents, and continued his search as ardently as before. Well might she do so, Gerald thought in irritation. She stared down at them from a high window, peering down at their moonlit faces in the bed heavy with furs, the same bed where she had given birth to Gianfrancesco’s dead son. He poured a pinch of tobacco into his palm and sniffed. She grew attached to a pair of twins, a boy named Fritz and a girl named Anna, belonging to an auburn-haired Viennese prostitute named Clotilde.
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