But, it can't be helped. Gerald began to ease forward, deciding just how he would accost her. I was being stupid. "You've won your wager. He sat in much the same attitude, and she stood just as she had stood when he told her she could not go to the Fadden Dance. The stranger started at the touch, and spoke. . He was alone, hatless and without his boots, and he held a wicked-looking French-made duelling pistol, covered in silver and gold— property no doubt, was Melusine’s fleeting thought, of the late vicomte. They would be partners only in loneliness. To-night she could have hugged both the old maids.
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