. Spurling,
who did not dare to exhibit her satisfaction otherwise than by privately pinching
the arm of her expected husband. The features
were indistinct, but was that not a halo of white about it? And the dark shadow
below, was that a cloak, or the habit of a nun?
Skirting the dancing, from which he had taken a breather—not from lack of
energy, but to escape the inanities of the young ladies he had partnered—Gerald
made his way to a side door in the saloon and opened it. Jackson!"
"So he would," replied the latter: "so he would. Spare me, and I'll be quiet—quiet
—quiet!"
"Mother!" said Jack, advancing towards her. The thought passed through his mind even as he started to cross the terrace at
a jogtrot, moving to head her off.
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