. He returned the locket without comment. Stanley regarded him through his glasses with something approaching animosity. He ushered them with an amiable flat hand into a minute apartment with a little gas-stove, a silk crimson-covered sofa, and a bright little table, gay with napery and hot-house flowers. One of the sampans was hailed, and a ropeladder was lowered. ‘That’s better,’ said Gerald, and let her go. Gerald, I mean, not Madame Valade. Towards night, however, he ventured out, and walked on towards London. “Very well,” said Manning.
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