“Are these ordinary sapphires?” she said. All that confidence, born of irony, disappeared; and fear laid hold of him. ’ ‘You were quite as bad to me as I was to you,’ Gerald protested mildly, sitting down beside her. “You’re not a virgin, are you?” It was as much an accusation as a question. Arrived at his habitation, Jonathan knocked in a peculiar manner at the door, which was instantly opened by the grim-visaged porter just alluded to. The carte de jour was before Monsieur. ‘Is he meeting you here then, my dear?’ ‘He had better,’ said Lucilla. Her eyes were lit with smouldering passion. She had thought it a mirror, because it was her.
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