‘Could she have been a spy, after all?’ ‘Oh, she’s not a spy,’ Gerald answered, almost absently. “You’ve grown out of them. She was quite unconcerned. Fool that I was to marry for beauty! I ought to have remembered that a fair woman and a slashed gown always find some nail in the way. She fluttered her eyelashes, and adopted the soulful tone that served her well at times. “Those things are not for me just at present. Her lover, Darrell, has embarked upon the Thames, where, if he's not capsized by the squall, (for it's blowing like the devil,) he stands a good chance of getting his throat cut by his pursuers—ha! ha! I tracked 'em to the banks of the river, and should have followed to see it out, if the watermen hadn't refused to take me. She leaped to a world of shabby knowledge, of furtive base realizations. . You understand me, I’m sure.
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