This is my first venture over here. ” “I suppose,” said Constance, stencilling away at bright pink petals, “it’s our lot. But, rather than be the cause of any further misunderstanding between you and my benefactor, I will leave London and its neighbourhood for ever. “We must go. . ’ *** It must have been fate, Gerald decided, near an hour later, staring intently at the closed French windows on the raised alcove that led out to the terrace. Wood grasped his companion's arm to attract his attention to this unexpected means of escape.
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