How could you draw the curtain aside which hides the great and holy places of life—you, who have never loved?” “You have become French to the core,” she murmured. " "From some of your associates?" "From your uncle, from my uncle,—Sir Rowland Trenchard. The carpet was a quiet drugget and not excessively worn, and the bed in the corner was covered by a white quilt. There was something about their greeting and the tone of Annabel’s exclamation which puzzled her. Gerald raised his cockaded hat, and smiled. "Oh! nothing at all," answered Jack, sneeringly, "though this room's as much mine as yours, for that matter. I think it inadvisable—I don’t want an intimacy to spring up between you and a man of that type.
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