Geraldine Bonner

Geraldine Bonner

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Portrait of Geraldine Bonner Geraldine Bonner The Girl at Central — Chapter 10 (1915)

The driver of the motor had stopped his car at the edge of this, got out and walked through it to the bungalow. Clear as if they had been cast in plaster his footprints went from where the ruts ended to the edge of the wharf. There, just at the corner of the planks, three small, pointed footprints met them—a woman's. Either the man had carried the woman or she had picked her way along the grass by the roadside, and joining him on the planks had made a step or two into the soft earth. On the wharf the prints were lost in a broken caking of mud.
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Portrait of Geraldine Bonner Geraldine Bonner The Girl at Central — Chapter 10 (1915)

We were talking of Jack Reddy, who we'd seen that evening in the village, the first time since the inquest.
"You know," said Babbitts, "it's queer but I keep thinking of that yarn of Jasper's, that evening in the Gilt Edge."
I drew away like he'd stuck a pin into me.
"Why do you think about that?" I asked loud and sharp.
"Why," he said, slow as if he was considering, "I suppose because it was so plausible. And I've been wondering if many other people have thought of it."
"I guess they have," I answered kind of fierce; "there's fools enough in the world, God knows, to think of anything.
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Portrait of Geraldine Bonner Geraldine Bonner The Girl at Central — Chapter 10 (1915)

The bungalow stood at one end of the lake right on the shore, with a little wharf jutting out in front of it into the water. The door opened into a big living-room, furnished very pretty and comfortable with green madras curtains at the windows, a green art rug on the floor, and wicker chairs with green denim cushions. At one side was a big brick fireplace with a copper kettle hanging on a crane and over in a corner was a desk with a telephone on it.
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