“After all, why should he be surprised?” she remarked. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. ‘Give me my pistol!’ Gerald shook his head, slipping the pistol into his pocket. Now it is—’ ‘What are you doing still here, missie, that’s what I’d like to know?’ demanded the man Trodger, sticking to his guns. ‘I left a message at home that he should do so as soon as he returned from Kent. When she was quite sure that he was gone she took her sister’s note from the mantelpiece and slowly broke the seal. Gerald watched her perambulations in silence, his heart wrung. ‘In fact you admitted only that you had no more weapons. " An awful silence prevailed throughout the court. I went to the theatre that night. I've got to know why.
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