” Her hand hung over the side of her chair nearest to him. In this attempt he was, however, foiled by the agility of the carpenter, who managed to retreat to the door, against which he placed his back, kicking the boards vigorously with his heel. Again he played for her; and again the eruption of the strange senses that lay hidden in her soul. Gerald’s thoughts raced as he reached out supporting hands and murmured meaningless phrases to soothe. “I am under police surveillance,” she said. Her new husband was pleased to watch the astonished look on her face as tray after tray appeared on the grand table, each better than the next.
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