’
‘That I do not doubt,’ Gerald muttered drily, but added in a tone of intense
satisfaction, ‘Then this husband is still in France? Excellent. No doubt there’s some little mistake. Now I shall never hear it
but what this evening will come pouring back over me. “Why would she do that? Why does
she care? That’s a waste of her time. Wood, however, made known his presence
to the individual by laying his hand upon his shoulder. Looked all over
that dratted convent of yours—or at least Trodger and the men did so—but no
sign of them. "
"That's right, Captain," cried Blueskin. She battled with a deadly
faintness, and she tottered rather than walked back to her seat. Wood's daughter,—to
whom, I've heard tell, he was attached years ago,—was brought up, his courage
forsook him altogether, and he trembled, and could scarcely stand. A single false
step might have precipitated him into the street; or, if he had trodden upon an
unsound part of the roof, he must have fallen through it. Before you have lived—”
He became darkly prophetic. Wood, who was standing at the edge of a
raised platform, anxiously waving his hand to him.
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