Gerald, whose French was adequate from his military service abroad, was able
to respond suitably to such remarks as the ladies addressed to him, but was less
exercised by their fashionable dress than their decidedly careworn appearance. A town called Foster. “I am delighted to see you, Mr. “And now,” she said, splintering the surviving piece of coal into indignant
flame-spurting fragments with one dexterous blow, “what am I to do?
“I’m in a hole!—mess is a better word, expresses it better. Kneebone smiled assent. "
But the caution came too late. When Jack came to speak of Jonathan Wild, his countenance fell. The thought caused him an odd kind of pang—of pity, naturally. ‘Have no fear,’ he uttered soothingly, reaching out to pat her free hand.
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