A thickly-set, sandy young man, with an unwholesome complexion and grease-smooth hair, had entered the room. “Did she? I’m sorry, Mike. His gaze drawn, Gerald watched him dip to pick up a crushed square of white linen and a starched object that resembled a helmet. At first she could not tell what it was; but as her eyes became accustomed to the light, she recognized the old coat. ” “What do you mean—by too late?” he demanded. Her finger-nails dug into her flesh.
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