“I’ve thought about it. ’
Gerald was relieved to find the girl did not attempt to run away, but meekly
allowed him to usher her into the spacious and comfortable library which was
his habitual haunt when at home. The autumn rain had made every surface tacky,
the wet seats of painted red picnic tables were avoided. It was long and narrow, a well-lit, wellventilated, quiet gallery of small tables and sinks, pervaded by a thin smell of
methylated spirit and of a mitigated and sterilized organic decay. It'll be
your turn to save mine next. If
she could not marry him, she would not marry any one. In her endeavour to follow him, Aliva met with a
severe fall, and was conveyed away, in a state of insensibility, by Sir Cecil. But on arriving in the tattered saloon where he and Melusine had hidden, a
shock awaited Gerald. "Set your prisoner free!" returned Wood. But at the beginning of the affray, when he
thought every one was too much occupied with his own concerns to remark his
absence, he slipped out of the room, not for the purpose of avoiding the
engagement (for cowardice was not one of his failings), but because he had
another object in view.
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