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Perhaps that sealed letter was a form of confession, and thus relieved him on that score. The scent of cloying pine dust filled the air as floodlights shone eerily through the jungle gym of new wood. Prudence reminded him that he was a county magistrate, and parliamentary candidate for a somewhat difficult borough, where his principal supporters were dissenters of strict principles who took a zealous interest in his moral character. ‘She means thanks to you, General,’ Gerald translated automatically, forgetful of his old commander’s fiery temper. An incredible road he had elected to travel; he granted that it was incredible; and along this road somewhere would be Desire. I expect company. I can’t rest or work or settle down to anything while things are like this between you and me. He did not pocket it, but sat hefting it lightly from hand to hand, watching the girl thoughtfully. Making up a similar story to that which he had told the old woman, he said he wanted to purchase a hammer and a file. The bliss had lasted one hundred and forty years, far more than an entire mortal lifetime. The action steadied him; and there was a phase of irony, too, that helped. It was enough that she witnessed it and could not go to him. How many nuns were there in England who might have occasion to spy on Lady Bicknacre’s ballroom? The presence of the French refugees took on greater significance. “I wonder!” said Miss Stanley. ’ Triumph soared in Gerald’s chest.
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