’ Fury rippled again. The vault, in which Sir Rowland found himself, resembled in some measure the cabin of a ship. ‘I—I mean, she were—’ ‘Pretty as a picture?’ suggested Gerald. ’ ‘Sport!’ grumbled her betrothed, but he accompanied them across the ballroom all the same. All the events of the previous day rushed to his recollection; and though he had been unintentionally the cause of his mother's death, he reproached himself as severely as if he had been her actual murderer. He would ask her to come to dinner with him in some little Italian or semiBohemian restaurant in the district toward Soho, or in one of the more stylish and magnificent establishments about Piccadilly Circus, and for the most part she did not care to refuse. It was a face that matched her body, so pure and beautiful that any man would have killed for her. Her likeness to her sister gave him at first almost a shock; a moment afterwards he was conscious of a wonderful sense of relief. ’ He added on a teasing note, ‘Though if there’s anything suspicious we can always get the key from Pottiswick. It was the size of my palm.
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