" "No more of this," rejoined Thames, "or we shall quarrel. But take a drop of wine," urged he, filling a drinking-horn and presenting it to her; "it's choice canary, and'll do you good. He stood up and she ushered him out of the small room. A time may come when this little chap will need my aid, and, depend upon it, he shall never want a friend in Owen Wood. Dieu du ciel, but where was Gerald? On the move again, she found herself standing before one of the mirrors, gazing into her own countenance without seeing it. . "No!" she cried. ’ Gerald grinned. " "I'm a doctor. I don’t quite know why.
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