Springing to his feet in an ecstasy of terror, he stumbled, and had well nigh realized his worst apprehensions. CHAPTER XXVIII. Playing with one hand he turned on his stool to glance at her. If only Gerald would come. " "You've been misinformed, Sir," interposed Smith. Conscience was always digging sudden pits for his feet and common sense ridiculing his fears.
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