Drummond had made an abominable mistake. ’ ‘Damn you, I should have beaten you,’ Gerald swore, holding fast to his corner of the little square of linen. I’ll be waiting for you outside. Straitened circumstances would not have mattered; a mother would have managed somehow. There was no broken faith—not even any question of anything of the sort. Do not waste time in vain regrets, but let us remove the body, that we may fulfil her last injunctions. His cigar burnt out between his fingers, and he threw it impatiently away.
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