"I could almost forgive the wretch the injury he did me in depriving me of my poor dear wife—No, not quite that," he added, a little confused. The contest, however, though desperate, was brief. He flung himself backwards, hit the dais and fell heavily before the altar, losing his low-crowned beaver. “Miss Pellissier,” he said, “don’t!” “Why not?” she asked, smiling. ” He paused with a sense of ineptitude. ‘You would know more of me?’ ‘I would know everything about you,’ Gerald told her, his tone at once provocative and inviting.
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