Then he stood up and hailed a fiacre. ‘Ah, no,’ Gerald uttered at once, lowering his voice and infusing it with all the promise he could command. How could she tell him what indeed already began to puzzle herself, why she had borrowed that money at all? The plain fact was that she had grabbed a bait. The houses on Snow Hill were thronged, like those in Old Bailey. The touch of his lips neither thrilled nor alarmed her, because the eyes that looked into hers were clean.
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