’ ‘Yes, that rather leapt to the eye,’ Gerald said, and the faint smile sent a lick of warmth down inside her. "Had I not been the guilty wretch I am," he cried, bursting into an agony of tears, "she would never have died thus. Perhaps this was the real turning point: the hour in which the disordered mind began permanently to readjust itself. Her cheeks seemed to burn, her veins ran riot, and her heart was beating so fast that she was sure he must feel it through his scarlet coat. " "God help me, what a muddle!" The cigar crumbled in Spurlock's hand. "Open my heart, Father of Mercy!" she murmured, in a humble tone, and with downcast looks, "and make me sensible of the error of my ways. "What shall I do? If I persist, I shall destroy her. It did seem in so many ways exactly what Ramage said it was—the sensible thing to do. He had not considered this aspect of the business. Perhaps, she may tell me whose picture this is.
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