” He handed her the phone reluctantly, barely masking his mild disgust. Jove, he didn’t take to it kindly, I can tell you. Something or other—she did not catch what—he was damned if he could stand. ‘But who was he, Gerald?’ ‘A damned condottiere,’ exploded Gerald, forgetting his company. But, suppose I've no place to lock 'em up in, how then?" Quilt looked a little perplexed. What was to happen now? She turned to Roding quickly. “I think I ought to have one. I would not think so of you, Marthe. “Oh, dammit!” he remarked, “dammit!” with great bitterness as he faced it.
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