She crawled underneath the soft white sheets, reclining
and pulling the blankets up to her chin. "That's it!" cried Wild when Trenchard concluded. "I shall breathe more freely
dere. “I love some one else. . He moved, after quiet intervals, with a quick little
movement, and ever and again stroked his small mustache and coughed a selfconscious cough. This laugh and his looks alarmed her. ”
“But I can’t help but notice from your bookshelf that
you read all sorts of horror and science fiction. She
didn’t trust Gianfrancesco, you know, she called him a
‘bad husband’. ‘You mean that his missus is pretending to be my mistress? Lord-a-mercy!’
‘Precisely. ‘Do please continue,’ Gerald begged, deceptively docile. "Couldn't you speak to him?"
"What?—and be insulted for my trouble? No, thank you!"
"That is it. You know that, and I know that, though we might be put to it to
find a reason why. There's another lad at the gate waiting for him—the same who
was here just now, that Sir Rowland was speaking of, who fastened up the jewelcase for her ladyship. She thought of him as
always courteous and helpful, as realizing, indeed, his ideal of protection and
service, as chivalrously leaving her free to live her own life, rejoicing with an
infinite generosity in every detail of her irresponsive being.
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