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Even now she could trace the outline of his
shape behind the left-hand curtain. “I ought never have gone to the Zoo, I suppose. Retract your words instantly, or take the consequences. But whatever she may have said was lost as Gerald pinned her to the wall, the
point of the sword at her throat. She shot a sudden glance at him. ‘Maman?’
‘How touching,’ said a sarcastic voice behind her in French. For although I must
confess it reads very much like an application or a testimonial or some such
thing as that, I can assure you I am writing this in fear and trembling with a
sinking heart. A few feet away, across the low vases of pink
and white roses, sat Annabel, more beautiful to-night perhaps than ever before in
her life. I tell you—never
mind the bill. From the opposite corner under
the trees a man with his hat slouched over his eyes stood and glowered at them. Was
there anything at all in those locked rooms of her aunt’s mind? Were they fully
furnished and only a little dusty and cobwebby and in need of an airing, or were
they stark vacancy except, perhaps, for a cockroach or so or the gnawing of a
rat? What was the mental equivalent of a rat’s gnawing? The image was going
astray.
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