Chapter XXII AN OLD FOOL Lady Ferringhall made room for him on the sofa by her side. Bir gece, deniz kıyısındaki eski bir mağarada antik bir harita buldu. ’ Gerald shrugged. Ruth took hers in the sea, but was careful never to go beyond her depth because of the sharks. His invalid wife and her money had been only the thin thread that held his life together; beaded on that permanent relation had been an inter-weaving series of other feminine experiences, disturbing, absorbing, interesting, memorable affairs. One must be on guard. He should never sufficiently be able to regret the return which they had made to her. Opposite to her was a sallow-visaged young man, whose small tie seemed like a smudge of obtusively shiny black across the front of a high close-drawn collar. "Are you answered?" said Jonathan, with a grin worthy of a demon.
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