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“These are the playgrounds of life. I sit back now, letting life slip by and musing upon it; and I find my loneliness sweet. ’ *** It must have been fate, Gerald decided, near an hour later, staring intently at the closed French windows on the raised alcove that led out to the terrace. ‘I’ll send one of my men to see you here this very evening. Pile it on! But if you can hear the voice of the mote, the speck, don't let her suffer for anything I've done. Rotten, and covered with a thick coat of dirt, the boards of the floor presented a very insecure footing; the bare walls were scored all over with grotesque designs, the chief of which represented the punishment of Nebuchadnezzar. ’ Gerald laughed.
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