2. “What is the good of pretending?” she said. Gerald was conscious of that sliver of irritation again at mention of the name. ‘Then open it quickly. Even Capes had been for her merely an excitant to passionate love—a mere idol at whose feet one could enjoy imaginative wallowings. If there was such a thing as love at first sight, these two must epitomise it. You denied it, remembering that I had called myself Anna. Then there was Tom Jarrot, the hackney-coachman, who was pitched off the box against yonder curbstone, and broke his leg. "Whatever you like, Hoddy," she agreed, wiping the sweat from her forehead.
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