" "May I trust you?" cried Thames, eagerly. “To your room!” Michelle cowered, her face flushed with anger. The gentlemen are so particular now, and a good thing too, I say. ‘Do you not understand that I can trust no one—no one?’ ‘That is a pity,’ Gerald said, rising to face her. "Good-b'ye!" And with a cordial shake of the hand he took his departure. Adieu!" And, snatching a hasty kiss, he darted after Jack.
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