Upon my word—you are Miss Pellissier, aren’t you?”
“I certainly am,” she admitted. Then, in a few years, he and Ruth might fare forth in comfort and
security. He
breathed heavily, as though he had been running. He uttered one word over and over, monotonously:
"Fool! … Fool!"
But invariably the touch of Ruth's hand quieted him, and his head would cease to
roll from side to side. Here he was hotly pursued. “Did she? I’m sorry, Mike. ‘But if there is
one, how in the world did this mystery lady of yours know of it?’
‘That, Lucy, is precisely the point that has been exercising my mind,’ Gerald
said, turning his eyes once more to the group of French exiles in the alcove.
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