“Don’t!” she said, weakly, as he had bent down and put one arm about her and seized her hands with his disengaged hand and kissed her—kissed her almost upon her lips. A young lad—Roding took him for a footman, or a groom by the neat black garb—was halted some paces away from Valade, his hat in his hand as he made pretence of fanning himself. I want a walk. ‘Have I not said so?’ ‘No, as it happens. ’ ‘What, Madame Valade?’ demanded Gerald. “Would you wait for me?” Manning was silent for a space.
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