’ ‘Lord,’ Gerald murmured, awed more by the outspokenness of his hostess than by what she had said. She visited the corner that had been her own little garden—her forget-me-nots and candytuft had long since been elbowed into insignificance by weeds; she visited the raspberry-canes that had sheltered that first love affair with the little boy in velvet, and the greenhouse where she had been wont to read her secret letters. ’ ‘The tables, they are turned, I think,’ she returned. He was not particularly grateful for the present situation. After class his routine was unchanged. His countenance was pale as death, but not a muscle quivered; nor did he betray the slightest appearance of fear.
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