Next instant, Gerald felt his wrist seized in an iron grip. “You needn’t say a word more,” Mr. ’ ‘Merci,’ she sighed and, surrendering at last to his oft-proffered aid, allowed her head to droop onto his chest. It did seem in so many ways exactly what Ramage said it was—the sensible thing to do. You must have repented a little, or you would not have done that. Their colloquy was ended abruptly by the apparition of Miss Klegg at the further door. "' Instead of regarding him, Jack glanced over the iron bannisters, and measured the distance. CHAPTER XXIX. “All right, Dunster,” he said. His eyes looked a little bloodshot to her; his face had lost something of its ruddy freshness.
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