Gerald crossed back to the window. As she approached, the carpenter's wife eyed her from head to foot, in the hope of finding something in her person or apparel to quarrel with. ” “I have a clue, at any rate,” he remarked, smiling. She was slender, and sometimes she seemed tall, and walked and carried herself lightly and joyfully as one who commonly and habitually feels well, and sometimes she stooped a little and was preoccupied. Ah! she looks this way, and puts her finger to her lips. She is a woman chosen in youth for her beauty and her intelligence. They left the castle that day for another, packing with them the leftovers of the troupe that followed them from place to place, never asking about the occasional disappearance of one of its unlucky members. ’ ‘Oh, don’t you?’ Gerald said grimly.
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