Gerald

“It was just an out-of-the-way village when we were there,” Gerald says.

Gerald had a severe attack of pneumonia, from which we had much ado to bring him back to health, and Rough was ill.

Gerald turned to him as to a co-laborer, and took the yellow slip of paper, so potent with intelligent lettering.

Gerald's a dark horse, and one can't predict what he'll do, except that it will be what suits himself.

Still, she was not sure that she could give Gerald Andrews all that he craved—all, indeed, that he deserved.

You see, Oliver, Gerald loved you far too well ever to love me altogether.