“You have put all your life in my hands,” he
declared. ‘Laisse-moi,’ she threw at him, her brief attack of sobs already ended,
although the trace of tears on her cheeks bore witness to its sincerity. “Never mind. ‘Yes, but I’m probably chasing moonbeams. ’
‘Some, of course,’ put in Gerald, ‘have been unable to recover anything. She held it away from her
with an instinctive repulsion, born of her unconquerable antipathy to the touch of
strangers. The ladder was now within reach. Gerald lifted an eyebrow. Some years ago, in 1715, just
before the Rebellion, I was rash enough to league myself with the Jacobite party,
and by Wild's machinations got clapped into Newgate, whence I was glad to
escape with my head upon my shoulders.
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