” “I will have your reason for this,” he said. “There is a secret. "Who's there?—Pshaw! it's only the wind. ‘We may have to,’ Gerald answered thoughtfully, staring at the window to one side. It isn't as if he were stricken with typhoid or pneumonia or something like that. " "Your secret?" demanded Trenchard, impatiently. A quick flush stained her cheeks. His first reaction had been explosive as the hurts of the past rose up to taunt him. ‘But you said she was looking for proof. The acid of this incertitude had disintegrated his nerve; and in Canton had come the smash.
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