’ ‘I don’t, as a matter of fact,’ Gerald said decidedly, a frown creasing his brow. The house was eerily silent, which alerted her to the idea that someone might be listening. He carried a cane and a silk hat with a mourning-band in one gray-gloved hand; his frock-coat and trousers were admirable; his handsome face, his black mustache, his prominent brow conveyed an eager solicitude. Perhaps Ramage was the more astonished.
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