and Mrs. Rank ingratitude, I call it. You did not learn that in a convent. “We played at love-making in Paris. You didn’t see me fall into a swoon when you cursed just now, did you?’ ‘I’m beginning to doubt if anything less than a sledgehammer would send you into a swoon,’ Gerald retorted. Directly he saw Anna he accosted her. Another horn now resounded from the further extremity of the thoroughfare; this was answered by a third; and presently a fourth, and more remote blast, took up the note of alarm.
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