Chapter Two ‘Our French friends are beginning to form quite a little coterie,’ remarked Gerald, covertly studying the group gathered in an alcove at the other side of Lady Bicknacre’s ballroom. He got off at Canal, and she exited behind the crowd. What else could one say? I left him to suppose—a registry perhaps. Wild is sure to be up. The stags and oxen and things all have to fight for us, everywhere. ‘You should rather be arresting the girl and throwing her into gaol for attempted murder. Why? He could preach the Word and deny Love!—tame the savage heart, succour broken white men!—pray with his face strained with religious fervour! The idea made her dizzy because it was so inexplicable. It was not necessary to appease the wrath of human society; it was necessary only to appease that of God for the broken Commandment. At length she hit upon it: bubbling water.
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