As Jack conjectured, no one was there, and, though a lamp was burning on a stand, they decided upon proceeding without it. “And what is it all about, Veronica?” he asked, with a deliberate note of irony, looking at her a little quizzically over his glasses. His eyes were small and grey; as far apart and as sly-looking as those of a fox. . It rained heavily all day, so he did not stir forth. Your Mom says to come downstairs for dessert. I felt suddenly I understood you—as an intelligent person. ‘But who was he, Gerald?’ ‘A damned condottiere,’ exploded Gerald, forgetting his company. We went our ways. But I dare not accept it.
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