One cannot expect that
soldiers can be sympathique to one they believe may be a French spy. But on arriving in the tattered saloon where he and Melusine had hidden, a
shock awaited Gerald. “Are there others like
you?”
“Yes. “Agreed,” he said, “certainly,” and drew a checkbook toward him. Her aunt, a faded, anæmic-looking lady of
somewhat too obtrusive gentility, was still sitting with her hand pressed to her
heart. ”
She laid her hand softly upon his. It was a night well-fitted to their enterprise, calm, still, and profoundly dark. ” Lucy had not touched Sebastian or made love
to him in years. He had
been dreaming of Ruth—an old recurrency of that dream he had had in Canton,
of Ruth leading him to the top of the mountain.
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