’ She stopped, her lips tightening. “It is a great art,” she said in broken English. In truth, she had been quite glad to lose the argument about remaining while the bullet was dug out of Jack’s side. The features were indistinct, but was that not a halo of white about it? And the dark shadow below, was that a cloak, or the habit of a nun? Skirting the dancing, from which he had taken a breather—not from lack of energy, but to escape the inanities of the young ladies he had partnered—Gerald made his way to a side door in the saloon and opened it. So far she had the utmost difficulty in getting on to that vitally important matter. He felt himself collapse heavily onto her naked body, still inside her. Her hair was washed for her also. Imagine her, putting herself to all this delay and inconvenience for a young wastrel she did not know and who, the moment he got on his feet, would doubtless pass out of her life without so much as Thank you! And it was ten to one that she would not comprehend the ingratitude. Were I to let you go, you'd say I feared you. ‘Oh, peste,’ she cried out in distressed tones.
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