"On my return, I found the window open, and the room vacant. I’m not that sort I quite agree. “I wonder what he takes me for?” When presently she got down from the stile a certain note of internal conflict, a touch of doubt, had gone from her warm-tinted face. ’ ‘Nothing of the sort,’ Gerald said calmly, sipping at his burgundy. The trader you spoke about: he disliked your father, didn't he? Well, he probably played your father a horrible practical joke. ’ ‘We had other matters on hand this morning,’ Roding told him sharply. ’ ‘Certainly he is not a friend,’ Melusine agreed, ‘but he has gone, after all. By the time she arrived at the Beck’s doorstep, the morning was risen.
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