He turned his back on that temptation. Puffy blue curtains dressed every oakstained window. ’ ‘He did, you know,’ grinned Gerald. "You've won your wager. ” “I can’t go back to the Beck’s ever again. I presume that I may not kiss you in the street?” “Certainly not, sir,” she replied, laughing. The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky. ’ ‘For God’s sake,’ protested his junior.
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