It was denied him, for as he closed his eyes—though but for an instant—the whole scene of his former visit to the place rose before him. She turned to Martha as the lad exited by the back door, but her nurse forestalled anything she might have said. ’ ‘Gracious heaven, Gerald! If your dear mama could not drag you to the altar, I am hardly likely to succeed. “I remember,” she said, “that the first night I saw you, you spoke of my sister as your friend. It feels like too much gold-dust clutched in one’s hand. That is why I ask you. ToC Just as St. Courtlaw.
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