And how could I come home—when he locks me in rooms and all that?” “I do wish this wasn’t going on,” said Miss Stanley, after a pause. ‘But who was he, Gerald?’ ‘A damned condottiere,’ exploded Gerald, forgetting his company. “Is there any urgency?” The doctor bent over his patient, who seemed to have fallen asleep. Fresh ground, no chicory, and all the rest of it.
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