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🎮 Mrs. Gereth, holding her mantle together, appeared for a while to consider. "I think he would if he were free," said Mrs. Gereth.!

🏆 Fleda went over them while they walked again; she had no need of the catalogue. At last she spoke once more: "Even the Maltese cross?" Here was a faint illumination with which Mrs. Gereth instantly mingled her fire. "You dear old wretch!" she exclaimed; and she again, with ferocity, embraced her young friend.!

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