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‘Well?’ demanded Miss Froxfield, accepting a glass of lemonade proffered by
a passing lackey. James Figg
was the most perfect master of self-defence of his day. ‘But who was he, Gerald?’
‘A damned condottiere,’ exploded Gerald, forgetting his company. Put out your hand and
bid me God-speed. You'll find me at supper. The few pence
left in her purse would only provide a very scanty lunch. Then, very awkwardly, he took a stool and placed it at the end of
Ann Veronica’s table, and sat down. Didn’t I say that this whole
business of your camping in Remenham House was the one aspect I could not
puzzle out?’
‘You are very clever, monsieur Gérard,’ she conceded, although Gerald was
amused by the grudging note, ‘but in truth it is not yet my house. Whether it was the nun’s habit or the
harlot’s clothing that distressed her more, he could not begin to guess. ”
Sebastian exclaimed as her husband nodded his head
slowly. She married my Dad in a small ceremony
down at City Hall.
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