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’ Such simple faith touched Gerald. And then, as she stood there, with the fragments of the torn canvas at her feet, some even caught upon her skirt, the door was thrown open, and a girl entered humming a light tune. "Hear me, Jack!" shrieked his mother. Other girls gathered around like sheep. Besides the table close by loaded with books, there was a central table with upright chairs around, covered in a multitude of papers, inks and quills, and assorted unrelated items such as playing cards. It had been a part of the vast domain of the servants in the house’s earlier incarnation. No sooner had they entered the room than Sharples, who waited to usher them in, hastily retreated, closed the door, and turning the key, laughed loudly at the success of his stratagem. In another minute, the tramp of horses' feet told that the perpetrators of the outrage had effected their escape. Then the distant relationship to Miss Stanley gave them a slight but pleasant sense of proprietorship in the girl. You need not be afraid. Behind every one of these myriad fronts she passed there must be a career or careers. This was a much more serious task than he anticipated. His salvation—if there was to be any—lay in her ignorance of life. "On Friday," he replied.
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