’ ‘Damn you, I should have beaten you,’ Gerald swore, holding fast to his corner of the little square of linen. He grunted a little with effort, and she realised the gilt frame must be heavy. She began to think persistently of Capes, and it seemed to her now that for some weeks at least she must have been thinking persistently of him unawares. As they entered the room beyond, a fierce growl was heard. ‘Grace à vous, I am compelled to rescue myself. . ’ ‘I beg your pardon?’ said Miss Froxfield frostily. They were bickering, she could tell by the way the mother threw her fat arms into the air and paced restlessly about the tiny clapboard house. “Oh, there’s no doubt of it! Since the girls of the eighties broke bounds and sailed away on bicycles—my young days go back to the very beginnings of that —it’s been one triumphant relaxation. ’ ‘Did I so?’ Gerald said, amused. ” “You didn’t.
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