Set on unravelling her secrets, Gerald pursues every possible clue—much to the indignation of Mademoiselle. Too close, he reasoned, for safety. ‘You won’t get a thing out of her. Her fancy dress, save for the green-gray stockings, the pseudo-Turkish slippers, and baggy silk trousered ends natural to a Corsair’s bride, was hidden in a large black-silk-hooded operacloak. “I’ll get dressed. His eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy; he let out a sigh. Spurling was in a state of distraction and began to abuse Jonathan so violently that her future husband was obliged to lay forcible hands upon her and drag her away. It was an excuse, dredged up on the spur of the moment to cover a slip. ’ Chapter Five ‘Now then, young Jack,’ Gerald said, turning to the lad, who was sitting in the place lately vacated by his self-appointed mistress, but in a state of far less relaxation. A cat came and rubbed herself against him as he entered the house, and seemed by her mewing to ask him for food. ‘I’ll play you at your own game,’ he growled, holding the foreshortened foil in place with rigid control. I struck him across the face, twisted the steering wheel of the motor, sprang out myself, and left him for dead on the road with the motor on top of him.
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