All this juncture, a thundering crash was heard against the side of the bridge. She felt she had stepped into a world of unknown usages. She was wearing a becoming tea-gown, and it was quite certain that Sir John would not be home for several hours at least. Imagination, coloured by the obscurity, peopled the air with phantoms. The close-fitting round gown, if a little oldfashioned with its very narrow waist and wide skirts, was becoming on a full figure, and the low décolletage, unencumbered by any form of covering, exposed a good deal of bosom. They are the only happy women in the Orient. But the five per cent. . ‘I beg your pardon?’ said Gerald. She had decided that she would spend the next morning answering advertisements in the papers that abounded in the writing-room; and so, after half an hour’s perusal of back numbers of the Sketch in the drawingroom, she had gone to bed. “I wish this hadn’t turned up to-day of all days. His attitude was as different from Gianfrancesco’s as night was from day. “I am afraid that you are making a mistake. Ramage,” she said, clinging to her one point, “I want to get out of this horrible little room. Nothing to check their proceedings but a declining habit of telling the truth and the limitations of their imaginations.
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