God send the fellow did turn out to be a spy! Beckoning Roding on, Gerald crept down the corridor towards the source of the swishing he had heard. "I can't tell you!" she replied, blushing deeply, and clinching her little hand as tightly as possible; "it's a secret!" "I'll soon find it out, then," he returned, playfully forcing the paper from her grasp. A person of somewhat artificial graces and mannerisms, she was for once in her life perfectly natural. And there was no intimation whatever that the blinds would ever go up or the windows or doors be opened, or the chandeliers, that seemed to promise such a blaze of fire, unveiled and furnished and lit. Having accomplished his intent, Gerald let the lad go and had himself driven back to Stratton Street. “Stuffy these trees make the Avenue,” said Mr.
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