‘You are, I think, a gentleman, no?’ Gerald bowed. . Nor did he content himself with declaring his guiltlessness of the crime imputed to him, but began in his turn to menace his captor and accuser, loading the latter with the bitterest upbraidings. She sat there, a mark for boulevarders, the unconscious object of numberless wondering glances.
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