” “Perhaps,” he said, “you had better let me have your key, and I will go up and explore. ’ ‘She once more,’ came in disgust from the girl on the bed. ‘He can’t be Valade, that’s certain,’ mused Gerald, unheeding. Already she missed all of her fine things, her linens and leather bound books. Hitherto she had seen it chiefly in pictures and other works of art, incidentally, and as a thing taken out of life. He removed his cockaded hat, putting it down between them as he sat at the other end, placing himself at an angle and, crossing his legs, leaned back at his ease, his eyes fixed on her face. She was wholly unable to conceal her knowledge of his presence. “May I hear?” “It really isn’t much to tell,” Drummond answered.
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