’ ‘Gather their bankers are still able to transfer funds,’ remarked Hilary, who had tagged along, apparently determined not to leave Gerald to make even more of a fool of himself. She had arranged for a supper of tea, a boiled egg, and some tinned peaches. One day she had thrown all the gifts into the lagoon, and visited the secret nook no more. It’s all right. Bit priggish, isn’t it? And if he only knew it—so absurd. I thought—the papers said——” “You thought that I was dead,” he interrupted. "What poet was that?" "Stevenson.
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