"It's a miserable weakness to be afraid of bloodshed. ’ ‘Lord, yes,’ agreed Gerald, in mock horror. She spent the morning up to ten in writing a series of unsuccessful letters to Ramage, which she tore up unfinished; and finally she desisted and put on her jacket and went out into the lamp-lit obscurity and slimy streets. ‘Monsieur Charvill,’ pursued Valade, ‘has left the chateau, and since we have heard from him nothing at all, but for the letters to his daughter from Italy. Your own safety—the child's safety—depends upon your candour. For my blood you made it very hot indeed. She became aware that at regular intervals a light flashed upon her face and a bodiless eye regarded her, and this, as the night wore on, became a torment. She distinctly shivered as he forced her to look at him. It is no problem.
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