Gerald watched her vanish into the darkness, unusually incensed. Then the girl was heading past the inn and Roding marched down to confront her. By this time, several of the terrified domestics appeared with lights. She took the tray with both hands, gulped, and gave way to tears. Free, there is nothing left to her but the canal. "Insult you! not I;" returned Figg.
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