It is queer how ideas pop into one's head. Pramlay received them in the pretty chintz drawing-room, which opened by French windows on the trim garden, with its croquet lawn, its tennis-net in the middle distance, and its remote rose alley lined with smart dahlias and flaming sunflowers. The mother was far more real to her than the father; the ghostly far more substantial than the living form. No doubt he has been drinking for days without eating substantially, and his heart gave out. "To-morrow it will be mine. Lightheaded, she threw up in the courtyard of the Palazzo as servants crowded her in alarm. A glance down the passage—to see that Roding was not lurking?—and her face came back to Gerald, triumph in her eyes. She decided to leave this matter until the morrow and devote the morning to settling up with Mr. Her head ached with a hollow pain.
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