" Her utterance was here choked by sobs. All at once she realised that Kimble had halted, leaning heavily against the wall. She waited for him to leave the room, and turned back to Gerald. “If you cannot listen to me now it must remain undelivered. ‘And so you sneak back,’ she threw at him, ‘like the jackal that you are. "Where are you going?" cried Thames, who, though wholly disencumbered, was scarcely able to keep up with him. By and by—as the paroxysm subsided and he became motionless—she stole back to the bungalow to wait. Somehow her walk home with him had been transmogrified into a melodramatic rejection, a slamming. At the door through which she had entered the room stood the so-called Monsieur Valade. Always. But what he could do or might do she could not imagine.
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