“I am going to ask for your forgiveness. . ’ She eyed him, all her uncertainty surfacing. ‘You mean that his missus is pretending to be my mistress? Lord-a-mercy!’ ‘Precisely. A message was dispatched from Florence that she was to again receive her future husband. He closed the door. . . The attempt was unsuccessful. To vault over the pews was the work of a moment; and having gained the entry leading to the Red Room he passed through the first door; his progress being only impeded by the pile of broken stones, which he himself had raised. ’ ‘Did I so?’ Gerald said, amused. But you! Why the devil did you marry her? That's the thing that confounds me. E. I won't have a beachcomber on the island.
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