’ Triumph leapt in Gerald’s chest. In the old days he had been something of an athlete—a runner, an oarsman, and a crack at tennis. The blue jowl, the fat-lidded eyes—now merry, now alert, now tungsten hard—the bullet head, the pudgy fingers and the square-toed shoes were all in conformation with the doctor's olden mental picture. There was a photo of her that looked exactly like you. She staggered to the fireplace and thrust it into the heart of the dying flames. In one of the big gates was a little door, and she rapped at this. It was a habit she had taken from Remenham House, but could not wear because of the colour which must draw attention. I thank God for the beauty you love and the faults you love.
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