“I didn’t know you were half-Gypsy either. Both had dropped the rather elaborate politeness of the dining-room, and in their faces an impartial observer would have discovered little lines of obstinate wilfulness in common; a certain hardness—sharp, indeed, in the father and softly rounded in the daughter—but hardness nevertheless, that made every compromise a bargain and every charity a discount. All the best novels have been written by women, and yet see how men sneer at the lady novelist still! There’s only one way to get on for a woman, and that is to please men. Why not kill her here, and leave silently, the way he must have come? Could it be that he had not the intention to kill her? En tout cas, it gave her a chance. “Nothing. All I had to do was to piece them together. “Don’t you know?” “Oh! I know—” “Well—” Her face was an unaccustomed pink. ’ Gerald capitulated. I suppose it is the mirrors and decorations.
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