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“But—your people!” she gasped. "Don't think to deceive me by your false pretences. ’ Pierced to the heart by the poignancy of this utterance, Gerald could neither move nor speak. ‘So this is Pottiswick’s French spy. From me. Her roving eagerness was at all times shaded with shyness, reserve, repression. You have friends, acquaintances, social standing, brothers and sisters, every advantage! Instead of which, you want to go to some mixed classes or other and cut up rabbits and dance about at nights in wild costumes with casual art student friends and God knows who. ’ ‘Because I was a servant in the vicomte’s house? Things have changed. ” The brutality of his first astonishment was evaporating. But that Chink, Ah Cum! O'Higgins chuckled as he passed into the hall and rested his hand on the newel-post of the staircase. ’ ‘Indeed?’ Gerald said politely. The sight o' your 'andsome phiz allys does me good. ’ Mrs Chalkney lifted her brows. If you do not find your aunt, my people will take you under wing until you can stand on your own.
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