Spurling, drily. “Ruin me? Think of me with fondness? Are you dying of cancer or something?” He demanded. ’ Gerald frowned. “Thank Heaven, they are bringing the hors d’oeuvres. The dog was, in a sense, a gift of the gods. CHAPTER XIII.
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