“I mean to,” she replied. "I'm your dupe no longer. White said. This is no place for me. Seeing the footman about to follow her in, Gerald clamped a hand onto his shoulder. The sun was all but gone now, the horizon a deep shade of purple. Sheila’s own waif of a husband had objected to her airing the truth, he had even gotten the nerve to bring up the word divorce. The aspect of the place, so far as he could discern through the gloom, was strange to him; but chancing to raise his eyes above the level of the surrounding habitations, he beheld, relieved against the sombre sky, the tall steeple of Saint Giles's church, the precursor of the present structure, which was not erected till some fifteen years later.
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