The sound of their strident voices floated upwards, the high nasal note of the predominant Americans, the shrill laughter of girls quick to appreciate the wit of such of their male companions as thought it worth while to be amusing. ‘Laisse-moi,’ she threw at him, her brief attack of sobs already ended, although the trace of tears on her cheeks bore witness to its sincerity. ‘Very well, mademoiselle, so be it,’ he snapped. ‘Dieu du ciel, but answer me!’ Martha’s eyes were swimming again, and she reached out. . People think it is, but they are wrong. " "Lead the way to it then, Saint Giles," said Jack, in a tone of mock authority. Hear me, adorable girl! You know not the extent of my devotion.
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