Fritz sang for her sometimes, for Fritz could sing even
before he was able to form words. She loved to be told to do things. Drummond was telling me about the way old Ferringhall rounded upon them all
at the club. ‘Well, I can see you won’t let it alone, so what do you
propose to do about the wench?’
‘I’ll die before I let it alone,’ Gerald vowed. “Don’t you know?”
“Oh! I know—”
“Well—” Her face was an unaccustomed pink. Shotbolt nodded in token of acquiescence, and emitted an odd guttural sound. I have brought
disgrace upon you, and I haven’t been the right sort of wife at all. “I’ll go,” she vowed to the night,
“or I’ll die!” She made plans and estimated means and resources. Teaching the word of God to the
recent cannibal, caring for the sick, storming the strongholds of the plague,
adding his own private income to the pittance allowed him by the Society, and
never seeing the angel that walked at his side! Something the girl knew nothing
about; else Enschede was unbelievable.
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