He—wanted to marry me. ’ ‘For God’s sake, don’t accuse her of murder,’ begged Gerald, retrieving the lady’s hat and handing it to her, ‘or she’ll be challenging me to a duel again. Gerald watched her perambulations in silence, his heart wrung. The young man did not know what he was doing or where he was. “I propose,” Sir John said, “that we pay for our dinner—which we haven’t had— tip the garçon a sovereign, and take a cab to the Ritz. They may love us, but they love us as the slave loves his captor, not as equals.
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