‘Tchah! So you’re the whelp’s girl, are you? Suppose you’ve nothing but that villainous French in your tongue. Luckily, they were not easily discomposed. “You’re splendid. I sha’n’t care a rap if we can never marry. You’re trespassing again, and I’ve come to arrest you,’ Gerald said promptly. The train, meantime, had passed Marylebone Lane, when it again paused for a moment, at Jack's request, near the door of a public-house called the City of Oxford. Aware of the footman hovering, and the hackney coachman’s curious eyes looking down from his box, Gerald leaned a little towards her and spoke in a lowered tone.
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