‘But you said—’
Gerald tutted. An old man with a bent back who limped in, slow
and stiff, leaning heavily on a cane. Kneebone, who had drained his glass
to the restoration of the house of Stuart, and the downfall of the house of
Hanover, more frequently than was consistent with prudence, consented; and the
trio set out for Wych Street, where they arrived in the jolliest humour possible. For just as though a vague likeness is sometimes
borne swiftly in upon one, so a vague dissimilarity between the face on the
poster and the heroine of his thoughts had slowly crept into his consciousness. . His name was Sebastianus. F. Such pretty
manners, she thought. There was question in Gerald’s gaze as it met hers, and apology in his voice.
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