Having accomplished his intent, Gerald let the lad go and had himself driven back to Stratton Street. “Even if he lives here you may go all your life and never come face to face with him again. In this moment he could have stamped upon the Wastrel's face, and ended the affair; but all that was clean in him, chivalrous, revolted at the thought. ” She nodded. “Annabel! God in Heaven, it is Annabel!” She did not speak. Her soft brown eyes, inherited from Larry, warmed an already pretty face.
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