’ Gerald knew the caress in his voice was a trifle ironic. Ruth, without suspecting it, had fallen upon a fundamental truth: that each and
every book fitted into the scheme of human moods and intelligence. I've foiled him hitherto, and will foil him yet. Yet every now and then, during
the progress of the meal, his attention apparently wandered, and leaning forward
he glanced covertly at Anna with a curious mixture of expressions on his face. I defy you
to explain it away. "For me—his master, Mr. Nothing, however, could be discerned, except the
crumbling brickwork. The expression, however,
which would chiefly have interested a beholder, was that of settled and profound
melancholy. ‘Moi,
je vais vous tuer!’
‘I don’t think so,’ Gerald said through his teeth.
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