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’ ‘Why not?’ Gerald asked straightly. ” “Your ideas of fairness—” he remarked, and discontinued that sentence. The young man entered into a lively little war of words with a yellow-haired young person near the door. It rather astonished him. She occupied a small sofa, a little apart, a ruddy-complexioned gentleman some years her senior beside her, and glanced about with an air of considerable unease. Gerald looked at it, then at her face. "Vell," he growled, addressing Quilt, "you know who's here, I suppose?" "To be sure I do," replied Quilt; "my noble friend, the Marquis of Slaughterford. . Sebastian howled with laughter, doubling over. One cannot expect that soldiers can be sympathique to one they believe may be a French spy. “How could it not have hurt?” His analytical side started putting in overtime.
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