'—'It's not to be thought of,' says I, thumping the table till every glass on it jingled; 'and I know a way as'll prevent it. His hand went to his pocket and extracted a neat silver-mounted pistol. . "Your sympathy is being wasted. ’ Gerald controlled a quivering lip. “You should quit. . ‘Small wonder in a way that he found hisself consolation elsewhere. I can’t stand it. ” “You are a marvellous courier,” she declared, as they passed into the street. At any rate, it would be good to hear him saying the sort of things he did—perhaps now she would grasp them better—with this world-shaking secret brandishing itself about inside her head within a yard of him.
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