"More than you'll pay for it, friend," snuffled the Jew. Having accomplished his intent, Gerald let the lad go and had himself driven
back to Stratton Street. When her shock and the headache subsided, and she
remembered that she had been reading the letter when Gosse had accosted her,
she looked for it in vain. . Ruth felt his hand
grow cold as it slipped from hers. ‘And why not?’
‘Because,’ Gerald said matter of factly, ‘convent-bred jeune demoiselles do
not commonly know how to handle either pistols or daggers. “Oh, there’s no doubt of it! Since the girls of the eighties broke bounds and
sailed away on bicycles—my young days go back to the very beginnings of that
—it’s been one triumphant relaxation. His face turned a dark
crimson. If he keeps
his word, I'll keep mine. What about your luggage?”
“I could get a few of my things, at any rate,” she said. Plote was sleeping or deaf.
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