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'Yes, I don't mean that. What about him being married?'
'Oh--yes, he is married.'
The Pussum's eyes had a hot flash.
'Oh, he's weally bwought it off then, has he? When was he married?'
'A week or two ago.'
'Weally! He's never written.'
'No.'
'No. Don't you think it's too bad?'
This last was in a tone of challenge. The Pussum let it be known by her
tone, that she was aware of Gudrun's listening.
'I suppose he didn't feel like it,' replied Gerald.
'But why didn't he?' pursued the Pussum.
This was received in silence. There was an ugly, mocking persistence in
the small, beautiful figure of the short-haired girl, as she stood near
Gerald.
'Are you staying in town long?' she asked.
'Tonight only.'
'Oh, only tonight. Are you coming over to speak to Julius?'
'Not tonight.'
'Oh very well. I'll tell him then.' Then came her touch of diablerie.
'You're looking awf'lly fit.'
'Yes--I feel it.' Gerald was quite calm and easy, a spark of satiric
amusement in his eye.
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