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🎮 "I suppose he means them—in the first place, at least—to try to talk you over." "What sort of coercion?" said Mrs. Gereth.!

🏆 "Well—I don't!" Mrs. Gereth declared; and Fleda felt less guilty to hear her, for the statement was as inexact as her own. "Didn't you say anything in return?" Mrs. Gereth presently continued. Fleda's surprise at this aberration left her a moment looking at him. "Do you mean your marriage is off?"!

🔥 Download Gold Of Minos Rather musingly and absently Fleda shook her head. "I don't mind anything." Fleda was silent; the worst of it all was that there was something unspoken between them. Neither of them dared to utter it, but the influence of it was in the girl's tone when she returned at last, with great gentleness: "Don't be harsh to me—I'm very unhappy." The words produced a visible impression on Mrs. Gereth, who held her face averted and sent off through the window a gaze that kept pace with the long caravan of her treasures. Fleda knew she was watching it wind up the avenue of Poynton—Fleda participated indeed fully in the vision; so that after a little the most consoling thing seemed to her to add: "I don't see why in the world you take so for granted that he's, as you say, 'lost.'"!🔥