’ While he trod a deliberate path through the pink saloon towards the door, Gerald encouraged a flow of harmless chatter about the people Madame had met and the parties she had attended. S. She tucked her stick under her arm and re-read Manning’s letter. “I don’t know whether I shall go on,” said Gwen, a novel note of languorous professionalism creeping into her voice. He looked half at her and half at the sky. Austin was dismissing a host of inquirers who had been attracted thither by the news,—for it had already been extensively noised abroad. Gerald guessed she was biting her tongue on an explosive retort as she eyed him.
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