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Chapter XXV
THE STEEL EDGE OF THE TRUTH
The manservant, with his plain black clothes and black tie, had entered the room
with a deferential little gesture. “It is a great art,” she said in broken English. And Gerald—
Melusine swallowed on an unaccountable lump in her throat. “I knew,” she said, in a low despairing tone, “that people would talk. Wood," she continued, with a sudden
change of tone, and convulsively clutching the carpenter's arm, "promise it me. They talked across their meal in an easy and friendly manner about Ann
Veronica’s affairs. The
inherent conscience keeps most of us away from jail, from court, from the
gallows; the acquired conscience helps us to preserve the little amenities of daily
life. “He’s got good taste, you
know. There was a gentle rustling of skirts.
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