’ ‘And it is very stupid of you to think of such a thing, because in this case, why should I seek out my family?’ Triumph rose in Gerald’s breast, but he took care to conceal it. Keeping hold of the doorhandle, she turned slowly. Breakfast was laid for one, a dish of fruit and a shining coffee equipage. Of what was she thinking? She must rescue herself. ’ Gerald looked round. Through one doorway she saw a grave Chinaman standing on a stage-like platform. And turning again, as if the emotions she had churned up kept her on the move, she paced back to the mantel and there stopped, staring at her own reflection in the tarnished mirror. And as he gave back the portfolio to Sir Rowland he contrived, unobserved, to slip the precious document into his sleeve, and from thence into his pocket. “What are your objections?” she said. ’ ‘And where do you propose to go?’ enquired Gerald carefully. “You were never born,” he declared, “to follow the well worn roads. " And he strode out of the place. The militia offered little in the way of relief.
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