That dress! Only a man—and an unworldly one—would have permitted you to proceed on your adventure dressed in a gown thirty years out of date. Andrew's church, the bell of which was tolling, was covered with spectators. You didn’t see me fall into a swoon when you cursed just now, did you?’ ‘I’m beginning to doubt if anything less than a sledgehammer would send you into a swoon,’ Gerald retorted. ‘I’ll play you at your own game,’ he growled, holding the foreshortened foil in place with rigid control. Perhaps the day of her recompense was at hand. "Forgive—forgive me!" "I have nothing to forgive," replied Mrs. CHAPTER XVI. I meant to give him a drubbing.
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