"Sir Cecil is no more. The detective reckoned that his quarry would be up in ten days more. Spurling, half aside. I bear the marks of some of them about me still," he continued, taking off his wig, and laying bare a bald skull, covered with cicatrices and plates of silver. Gerald at once lowered his voice to that intimate level again, and leaned towards her. She had, poor inexperienced fool, given herself away. He lowered her neck before her, and she noticed a bizarre urge to bite him rising from her mind like an itch. It has been very humiliating. “My sister,” she murmured, “is so independent.
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