‘And now, monsieur le major—’ ‘I will see you to the door,’ Gerald said, looking with interest at the building that his observant groom had told him housed a small collection of nuns. But his role was altered, and he was now playing the bridegroom in this remarkable drama. Not choosing to hazard so great a fall, Jack turned to examine the building, to see whether any more favourable point of descent presented itself, but could discover nothing but steep walls, without a single available projection. He found that the skiff had been dashed against one of the buttresses of the bridge. He was a wonderful little creature with a perfect tiny face, mottled pink cheeks, and eyes brighter than May. He stood upon the threshold, dangling his eye-glasses in his fingers, stolid, imperturbable, mildly interrogative.
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