’ Gerald frowned. There were doorways to peer into, dim cluttered holes with shadowy forms moving about, potters and rug-weavers. “Dinner is served, m’m,” said the efficient parlor-maid in the archway, and the worst was over. Sheppard, faintly. ‘Damnation!’ Confused, he released her, and in an instant she had darted away and was running down the garden. “Gods,” she said, at last, “I’ve done it this time!” “Well!” She took up the neat morocco purse, opened it, and examined the contents.
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