At six o'clock, the wicket was shut; and
at nine, the jail was altogether locked up. It feels like too much gold-dust clutched in one’s hand. Perhaps Gerald was not as
clothheaded as he had thought. His voice had
changed, the joy had gone out of it; and she understood that something from the
past had rolled up to spoil this hour. He did not quarrel with Rowland's profusion, for his own revenues
were ample; but he did object to the large sums lavished by him in the service of
a faction he was resolved not to support. “Ann Veronica,” he said. ’
For the space of half a minute, Gerald continued to scowl in silent frustration. When I learned you were married, I
changed my plans. “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. And the hunter home from the hill.
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