‘Eh bien, I will tell you. She told us
that it was a disguise. On this side stood the instruments with which the
latter piece of pleasantry had been effected,—namely, a bucket filled with paint
and a brush: on that was erected a trophy, consisting of a watchman's rattle, a
laced hat, with the crown knocked out, and its place supplied by a lantern, a
campaign wig saturated with punch, a torn steen-kirk and ruffles, some halfdozen staves, and a broken sword. And now, Sir, have I kept faith with you?"
"You have," replied Darrell. So many things she saw that her interest stumbled rather than leaped from object
to object. She has no proof—yet. She felt her heartbeat accelerate until it
was pounding her chest. ’
Gerald was staring at her, an arrested expression on his face. “Forgive me,” he said. "
And, with this, he coolly re-adjusted his peruke. . And I've made up my mind that a husband ought to believe only half that he
hears, and nothing that he sees. She expanded that. "What about it?"
"Enschede. He opened the door for her with a faint disagreeable smile.
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