But your cracked skull is by no
means a pleasing spectacle. After all, you failed in obtaining the secret from her, Sir Rowland. It's fortunate we've no more Jack Sheppards, or I should stand but a poor chance. As
she hoisted her skirts near her waist, she thought ruefully
of the last time she had worn such an elaborate gown,
sometime near 1910 when petticoats were still considered
hip everyday garb. The features
were indistinct, but was that not a halo of white about it? And the dark shadow
below, was that a cloak, or the habit of a nun?
Skirting the dancing, from which he had taken a breather—not from lack of
energy, but to escape the inanities of the young ladies he had partnered—Gerald
made his way to a side door in the saloon and opened it. Arrived in the plantation she sat down with her back against a tree trunk. But his own situation was too perilous to admit of his
rendering any assistance to the ill-fated waterman.
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