“You must have heard—have you—oh, tell me, won’t you?” she begged. Gerald liked her enormously. She wanted to kiss his feet. "My horses, Charcam," he said, as a servant appeared. So the talk went on, and presently they were criticising novelists, and certain daring essays of Wilkins got their due share of attention, and then they were discussing the future of the theatre.
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