One morning he caught her hand suddenly and kissed it. It was dusty, with dirty clothing strewn about, a cracked basin thick with grime on the rickety dresser, and a film of grease on the leaded casement. He sat down beside her and stroked her hair. ‘And you come to me, thinking yourself half French, and expect me to take you in. ’ ‘A convent?’ echoed Gerald with interest. Secretly she was gratified to be assigned to the rôle of an old traveller. He never cries nor frets, as children generally do, but lies at my bosom, or on my knee, as quiet and as gentle as you see him now.
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