“Poor Lucy!” Cathy exclaimed as she rushed in the door, umbrella sheathed. ” “I can’t seem to get out of chairs without flashing my brassiere to the whole of Creation. ‘Maybe not,’ Gerald conceded, ‘but I’m damned if I herald my approach with a lot of unnecessary blundering about in the dark. He was speechless. It was not only Leonardo who had instilled in her this distrust of men. Chapter XXVIII THE HISSING OF “ALCIDE” There was a strange and ominous murmur of voices, a shuffling of feet in the gallery, a silence, which was like the silence before a storm.
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