I believed that she was my wife, or she would have been safe from me. You didn’t see me fall into a swoon when you cursed just now, did you?’ ‘I’m beginning to doubt if anything less than a sledgehammer would send you into a swoon,’ Gerald retorted. ‘Possibly,’ he said. There was a certain air of forced fortuity in his manner. The Magdalene. She had left for ever the cage, the galling leash: she was free. Nothing like the direct approach, she thought. And he departed, just as Wood, who had become alarmed by Thames's long absence, made his appearance with a blunderbuss in his hand.
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