. ” “I’m a married man. ” He pulled up at the Beck’s doorstep at 1:48. ” “I believe you,” she murmured. . ‘One does not blow off the head of a man with whom one is in love, en effet. ’ A trifle discomposed at being caught examining his surroundings, Gerald was provoked into retort. The grate was full of fluttering ashes of burnt paper, and the easy chair near the fire had evidently been used. He moved to one side, bowing and gesturing to the door. Her heart was beating with quite unaccustomed vigour, her hands were hot, she was conscious of a warmth in her blood which the summer sunshine was scarcely responsible for. ‘Maybe not,’ Gerald conceded, ‘but I’m damned if I herald my approach with a lot of unnecessary blundering about in the dark.
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