Accompanied by
Sir Cecil, who still continued passionately enamoured of his sister, and to whom
he represented that she had fallen a victim to the arts of a seducer, he set off, at
fiery speed, for the metropolis. She galloped up the small
stairs, hearing that Shari had finally risen. Brendon’s guests,” she said, “and I scarcely think it would be nice
of me to leave him alone with Sydney. ‘But who was he, Gerald?’
‘A damned condottiere,’ exploded Gerald, forgetting his company. And she did not
merely affect to be driven—she felt driven. At last, after a long rumbling journey in a stuffy windowless van, she reached
Canongate Prison—for Holloway had its quota already. ‘Can you not open it?’ she cried.
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