“Oh, Lord!” she said, discovering what she was up to, and dropped lightly from the fence upon the turf and went on her way toward the crest. He was really very proud of her, and extraordinarily angry and resentful at the innocent and audacious selfreliance that seemed to intimate her sense of absolute independence of him, her absolute security without him. It is no more a murder, but a duel, you understand. You’ll be telling me Gerald did not catch you snooping at the Bicknacres, I suppose.
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