The manager twisted his moustache. Earles,” she exclaimed. Sheppard, whose maternal fears drew her in another direction, hurried off to the Mint. ‘Do you not understand that I can trust no one—no one?’ ‘That is a pity,’ Gerald said, rising to face her. “I should like to understand you,” he said. And I suppose it is too much to expect that any entirely English young lady would be prepared to tolerate me for the remainder of my life. This girl whom he had met by chance and befriended had done both. She wanted to think. Not the most stringent search, conducted all morning, turned up one solitary sheet.
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