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Chapter Ten
‘I am come on a mission of some delicacy, ma’am,’ Gerald said calmly to the old
lady. Meanwhile, she was spirited away from John and
bombarded by half-familiar people who attempted to chat
with her above the roar of the crowd. “Very good,” he said. "But to drag this innocent child into the muck! With her head full of
book nonsense—love stories and fairy stories! Have you any idea of the tragedy
she is bound to stumble upon some day? I don't care about you. "Was that thunder?" he faltered, as a
terrible clap was heard overhead. One or two landladies refused her with an air of
conscious virtue that she found hard to explain. “What?” He replied. Better they should
find the so-called Valade. Mrs. She would flee
to the wild fastnesses, the places where there were no
overarching systems of any use, where she could blend
with the unstable populace and kill in relative peace. "Come to me!" cried the poor maniac, who had crawled as far as the chain would
permit her,—"come to me!" she cried, extending her thin arm towards him.
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