" "I am," replied Jack, without hesitation; for he felt assured from the man's manner that he might confide in him. She heard her husband’s heavy tread descending the stairs, and the wheels of his carriage as he drove off. ‘Give me my pistol!’ Gerald shook his head, slipping the pistol into his pocket. The picture in her mind altered and she saw again the way Gerald had looked with consternation upon the bruises he had inflicted on her wrist. I cannot be intimate—’ stressing the word with a deep look ‘— with one I feel to be a stranger. ” She looked at him quizzically and shrugged. Brendon dismissed the subject with a wave of the hand. “We are clerks in the same bank. "See the devil!—not I," cried Wood impatiently.
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