’ Chapter Ten ‘I am come on a mission of some delicacy, ma’am,’ Gerald said calmly to the old lady. The pole-chair caravan resumed its journey. If she mentioned Ramage he might have a fit—anything might happen. Why? Here was a curtain indeed. He read but little, and that chiefly healthy light fiction with chromatic titles, The Red Sword, The Black Helmet, The Purple Robe, also in order “to distract his mind. Agents were dispersed in all directions—offers the most tempting held out to induce the wavering to join the Chevalier's standard. The poor things! Oh, it was quite dreadful. He is Jacques. You must always shave and part your hair straight. ’ ‘What, for not wanting to marry you?’ ‘Imbecile. Ann Veronica could at the same time ask herself what this queer old gentleman could have meant by speaking to her, and know—know in general terms, at least—what that accosting signified. ‘Go on up to the boy, my dear. ‘For that I shall certainly not leave until you have told me every tiny detail.
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