‘This, as you see, is an identity for your cousin, André Valade. In an instant, she turned on him. ’ Gerald laughed. Planting his knee against her side, he pulled her towards him with one hand, while with the other he sought his knife. The boat rocked violently with the struggle. He touched a long-standing sore, and Ann Veronica found herself vainly trying to explain—the inexplicable. ‘Rather thought I’d have to disarm you when you heard of it. He himself, middle-aged, steeped in traditions of the City and moneymaking, very ill-skilled in all the lighter graces of life, as he himself well knew, could yet come to her invested with something of the halo of romance by the almost magical powers of an unlimited banking account.
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