. Again he played for her; and again the eruption of the strange senses that lay hidden in her soul. The features were indistinct, but was that not a halo of white about it? And the dark shadow below, was that a cloak, or the habit of a nun? Skirting the dancing, from which he had taken a breather—not from lack of energy, but to escape the inanities of the young ladies he had partnered—Gerald made his way to a side door in the saloon and opened it. “Then we must try and make London endurable for you,” he remarked cheerfully. No, don’t let me call myself that. “They all catch on,” she said.
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