You creep
around in a nun’s habit, peering into a private ballroom. ‘In fact, I’ve never met anyone who
goaded me to so much violence. It is most uncomfortable for every one
concerned. . This one too she read. ’
‘Was it?’ Her lips twitched. He laid her on their old bed and kissed her from
head to toe. ‘And why not?’
‘Because,’ Gerald said matter of factly, ‘convent-bred jeune demoiselles do
not commonly know how to handle either pistols or daggers. And, if ever I'm brought to the
gallows, I shall lay my death at her door. The fact itself
is regrettable enough—regrettable, I fear, is quite an inadequate word. ‘Come, I am concerned merely for your
safety, you know. Carp,
tench, and roach were so divided that even the fins, heads and fleshless spines
were sold. ’
Gerald could not suppress a grin. ’
‘You would speak of the house?’
‘Many’s the time little Miss Mary would say her papa meant for her to have it,
she having no brothers and sisters at all—when we played together I mean, she
and me and Joan Pottiswick. She saw her life before her robbed of all generous illusions, the
wrappered life unwrappered forever, vistas of dull responses, crises of makebelieve, years of exacting mutual disregard in a misty garden of fine sentiments.
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