He has often told me that if he could play sober, he would go to America and reap a fortune. She kicked him in the shin, trying to knock him off his feet. The struggle had dislodged the white wimple, which was evidently too large for her, and her black hair broke free, whirling like a whiplash about her head as her hands curled into fists, coming up to beat at his chest, her little teeth bared for attack. Having accomplished his intent, Gerald let the lad go and had himself driven back to Stratton Street. “You have the ideas. "Judging from what you tell me, I've no doubt he's the illegitimate offspring of some handsome, but lowborn profligate; in which case, he'll neither have name, nor wealth for his inheritance. Reverse psychology or something, it’s like she was trying to draw him nearer by pushing him away.
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