Gerald guessed she was biting her tongue on an
explosive retort as she eyed him. And, stretching out his hand, he lifted the
dark object from the flood. ”
“And leave you here alone?” he asked, in a hoarse whisper. The person, shortly afterwards ushered into the room, seemed by the imperfect
light,—for the evening was advancing, and the chamber darkened by heavy
drapery,—to be a middle-sized middle-aged man, of rather vulgar appearance,
but with a very shrewd aspect. If they entered a shop, he paused by the doorway, as if waiting for the
journey to be resumed. Only she is not
Madame Valade at all. Accordingly, he proceeded to a gate which stood upon the south, and guarded
the passage communicating with the leads. Nevertheless there came a residuum of expostulations.
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