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When she arrived at the Palazzo, not a single sentry was aware of her presence. "Oh!" she gasped. ’ ‘Yes, I’m sorry about that,’ Gerald uttered in a rueful tone. “What were you doing outside Miss Pellissier’s flat to-night? You were looking at her windows. Besides these there was a warm gooseberry-tart, and a cold pigeon pie—the latter capacious enough, even allowing for its due complement of steak, to contain the whole produce of a dovecot; a couple of lobsters and the best part of a salmon swimming in a sea of vinegar, and shaded by a forest of fennel. ’ Charvill eyed the girl with resentment. " "You'll take the consequences, then?" "Willingly. ‘Could she have been a spy, after all?’ ‘Oh, she’s not a spy,’ Gerald answered, almost absently. Marvel. And we'll see whether it won't put the Italian opera out of fashion, with Cutzoni, Senesino, and the 'divine' Farinelli at its head. ” Courtlaw laid his hand upon Ennison’s shoulder. And yet, often when alone, he wondered: had McClintock been wrong, or had she ceased to care in that way? The possibility that she no longer cared should have filled him with unalloyed happiness, whereas it depressed him, cut the natural vanity of youth into shreds and tatters. ” “As you will, dear lover.
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