Mademoiselle has had no harm of me,’
Gerald said soothingly and bowed. ‘But how did she meet such a person in a convent?’
‘He was wounded and came there for sanctuary,’ Gerald explained, adding
almost through his teeth. I did not care—no woman really cares—to play
the beggar maid to your King Cophetua. She stumbled through a thorny copse, her slippers
sliding on patches of sand that gave way to rock. ”
“Look here!” said Capes, “what on earth do you want? What do you think we
can do? Don’t you know what men are, and what life is?—to come to me and
talk to me like this!”
“I know—something, anyhow. He was walking listlessly along, well-dressed, debonnair, good-looking. . When you don’t
have any fingers left, I take a toe.
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