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‘You are, I think, a gentleman, no?’ Gerald bowed. The coconut plantation covered the west side. Sometimes the moon was totally eclipsed; at others, it shed a wan and ghastly glimmer over the masses rolling in the firmament. "This is our last transaction together. Besides, I don't think he's going to ask, if that is what you are getting at. Will you lend me the money for my ticket to London?” “With all the pleasure in the world,” he answered heartily. He told some of the particulars. “I’m five years older than you, and no end wiser, being a man. And he hazarded a wink at the poet over the paper on which he was sketching.
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