Capes?” she heard her aunt saying. F. Gay, was a stout,
good-looking, good-humoured man, about thirty-six, with a dark complexion, an
oval face, fine black eyes, full of fire and sensibility, and twinkling with roguish
humour—an expression fully borne out by the mouth, which had a very shrewd
and sarcastic curl. Get you gone. Now he
lay there, a doubled-up mass, with ugly distorted features, and a dark wet stain
dripping slowly on to the carpet. God send the fellow did turn out to be a spy!
Beckoning Roding on, Gerald crept down the corridor towards the source of
the swishing he had heard. It was the
beginning of June. ‘Comment? What do you
wish?’
‘What the devil do you think you’re up to now, I’d like to know?’
Her eyes flashed. She felt scrawny, lanky, badly
dressed in a baggy black T-shirt, sweaty, not at all
beautiful; not even pretty. She approached Ruth with
open arms; and something in the way the child came into that kindly embrace
hurt the older woman to the point of tears. But that
was soon put right, and she walked out into London with a peculiar exaltation of
mind, an exaltation that partook of panic and defiance, but was chiefly a sense of
vast unexampled release. “I cannot pretend that I am glad to see you, Lady Ferringhall,” he said quietly. "Who took it thence?"
"Thames Darrell; the boy at your side. She turned off the light and approached the window. “Perhaps for me,” she added,
with a sudden wistful look out of the bare high window, “a night of beginnings.
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