In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. ’ ‘Not, I trust, Nicholas Charvill?’ ‘Hardly. ‘After all the threats you’ve made, that is hardly fair. . The idea that he held in his arms the girl whom he had once so passionately loved, and for whom he still retained an ardent but hopeless attachment, almost overcame him. This man and he were alike, and about the same age. He glanced up at the coachman. ’ ‘What? But—’ ‘Precisely, Hilary. ‘Let go!’ ‘Do you take me for a fool?’ Gerald demanded.
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