Why not? Quite willing. Cursing under his breath, Gerald moved swiftly across and dragged her away. She sat drawn together in her chair in the corner of the box, at a loss what to say or do—afraid, curious, perplexed. Gerald’s chest tightened. “By Jove!” he said, “there is something direct about you. But he had shown no desire for information, no curiosity. On beholding the intruders, his fears changed to exultation, and he uttered a roar of satisfaction as he glared at them, which could only be likened to the cry of some savage denizen of the plains. Her stifled misery had betrayed her. ‘But, Gérard—’ ‘Don’t start arguing,’ he said in a tone that brooked no defiance. “Anna,” he cried eagerly. ‘Naturally I had to come,’ confirmed the lively blonde, her eyes twinkling up at Alderley. ’ ‘Ah, that is good,’ sighed the lady. She didn’t trust Gianfrancesco, you know, she called him a ‘bad husband’. Why should you want to shield him?" "I really don't know.
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