At this point Lucy, in an effort perhaps—foolhardy, in Gerald’s opinion—to pour oil on troubled waters, rose swiftly to her feet and came towards the old man, her hand held out. What sort of a standard of life yours may be I do not know, yet in your heart you know very well that every word you have spoken to me has been a veiled insult, every time you have come into my presence has been an outrage. ’ ‘Not French?’ echoed Hilary. She breathed deeply, and he breathed sympathetically. Then she went below. It’s just like your Splendid Pride to do it. He was waiting in the outer hall as she tiptoed in. 9. Where was the harm in letting her go? She could not get far.
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