But the recollection of the warm pliant body in his arms …! "I am a thief!" he whispered. He sat down beside her just as the room became darker. "As long as you please, Sir," answered the matron, dropping a curtsey. Were you born here, madame?’ ‘Mais non. ‘And why not?’ ‘Because,’ Gerald said matter of factly, ‘convent-bred jeune demoiselles do not commonly know how to handle either pistols or daggers. . Love—admiration for your matchless beauty alone sways me. We aren’t afraid; we don’t bother. The gallant woollen-draper was now in his thirty-sixth year. ’ ‘Just what I thought, miss. You can pay me when we return. Egad! I shall make a good thing of it.
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