‘But who was he, Gerald?’ ‘A damned condottiere,’ exploded Gerald, forgetting his company. She seemed bursting with the desire to talk, and watching for her opportunity. The quiet encounter and home-coming Ann Veronica and she had contemplated was entirely disorganized by this misadventure; there were no adequate explanations, and after they had settled things at Ann Veronica’s lodgings, they reached home in the early afternoon estranged and depressed, with headaches and the trumpet voice of the indomitable Kitty Brett still ringing in their ears. Notwithstanding the remonstrances of Wood and Winifred, Thames instantly followed the domestic, and found a man, with his face muffled up, at the door, as she had described. ” “So it would have been at the English Embassy,” Courtlaw answered, “but the place to which you went was not the English Embassy.
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