‘How in God’s name did the wretched fellow get in then?’ ‘Dug a tunnel?’ suggested Gerald, halting next to a pair of French windows at the front. ’ ‘In any event,’ Gerald told her, with a grin, ‘I can’t marry this one. Then as she drew nearer paint showed upon her face, and a harsh purpose behind the quiet expression of her open countenance, and a sort of unreality in her splendor betrayed itself for which Ann Veronica could not recall the right word—a word, half understood, that lurked and hid in her mind, the word “meretricious. With trembling fingers she opened the post-bag. She appeared not to have realised the implications of her outburst, but clung a little to Gerald’s hands which had taken hers in a comforting clasp. " "Have it, and welcome," rejoined Figg. She dropped the manuscripts and swiftly brought the coat to him, noting that a button hung loose. Dieu du ciel! Gerald was kissing her! She struggled to be free, and the arms that held her loosened, the lips leaving hers. ” “I suppose,” Anna said, “that those are reasonable deductions. Wood, meantime, had not remained idle.
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