She read on and on, now thrilled by the swiftly moving drama, now enraptured by the tender passages of love. Darting quickly to the chest that contained the priest’s vestments, she leapt onto it and reached her arm down to scrabble behind it on the floor. “It’s a matter of feeling with me. “Not much,” he answered, “and yet about all there is to be known, I fancy. I mean that it doesn’t interest you in itself. She was a trained being—trained by an implacable mother to one end. “Can I bring you anything, sir—a whisky and soda, or a liqueur? You’ll excuse me, sir, but you haven’t touched your coffee. ‘Poor Gerald has been very busy about your affairs this last week.
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