There was a trader—a man who bought copra and pearls. His glances were hard to disguise as he scanned her periodically during class. He fancied that the turnkeys had discovered his flight and were in pursuit of him,—that they had climbed up the chimney,—entered the Red Room,— tracked him from door to door, and were now only detained by the gate which he had left unbroken in the chapel. “You appear,” she said, without any sign of anger in her tone, and with unruffled composure, “to be a very impertinent person. Gerald watched her vanish into the darkness, unusually incensed. ‘Well, if the fellow Gosse is still at large, there’s no saying what he will be at next, is there? I see nothing for it but for you to see General Lord Charvill at once.
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