"If any one's to blame, it's me. She kept pausing in her work and regarding it, and when Capes came round to her, she first put her hand in her lap and then rather awkwardly in front of him. He leaned towards her as though anxious to see more of her face than that faint delicate profile gleaming like marble in the uncertain light. My reception at West Kensington you know of. Their conversation became stilted. A new restlessness seemed to have stolen in upon her. The features were indistinct, but was that not a halo of white about it? And the dark shadow below, was that a cloak, or the habit of a nun? Skirting the dancing, from which he had taken a breather—not from lack of energy, but to escape the inanities of the young ladies he had partnered—Gerald made his way to a side door in the saloon and opened it. ’ Gosse blinked. "You've given me more than the amount, Sir Rowland," he said, after he had twice counted them, "or I've missed my reckoning. The months that followed September spiraled downward.
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