Didn’t I say that this whole business of your camping in Remenham House was the one aspect I could not puzzle out?’ ‘You are very clever, monsieur Gérard,’ she conceded, although Gerald was amused by the grudging note, ‘but in truth it is not yet my house. You speak as one injured—as though I had been the one to take your name—as though you had been the one to make sacrifices. Certainly, there wasn't a thing in the pockets. “Let’s go outside. ” She sniffled. She shook them off of one foot. One peculiarity she did not fail to notice. The drawers at the moment were too busy to attend to her, and she would have seized the opportunity of examining, unperceived, the assemblage within, through a little curtained window that overlooked the adjoining chamber, if an impediment had not existed in the shape of Baptist Kettleby, whose portly person entirely obscured the view. She wanted to come, and I wouldn't let her. “It would have been rash and unwise,” she said at the end of a meditation.
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