Above the work-table was a drop-light—kerosene. Her bonnet dropped off and was trampled into the gutter. Sebastian leapt down into the crypt. It’s not fair to you. Without turning or looking in his direction she leaned forwards, her head supported upon her fingers, her elbows upon her knees. ’ ‘She told you!’ ‘And,’ pursued Gerald, ignoring his friend’s scornful interjection, ‘that it was not always convenient to be dressed as a young girl.
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