CHAPTER XIV. ’ So pat, thought Gerald. " "Enough," returned Jackson, extending his hand; "and if I've expressed myself warmly, I'm sorry for it likewise. "Why came she here?" "She could not resist the hand of fate which drew her hither," replied Sir Cecil, mournfully. ” He stood still, looking at her. He introduced her as his \"friend\" Lucy. Her fingers clutched the side of the door as though to steady herself. He was, however, instantly beaten back; and the fury of the mob was so great that it was with difficulty he could effect a retreat. ” “Oh, well!” he said, a little doubtfully, “it’s just a phase,” and bent down and rested his hand on her shoulder for a moment, with his heart beating and his nerves a-quiver. I can imagine nothing more pleasant in life than to help you, because I know it would pay to help you. I have neither father, mother, brother, sister, nor husband—I have only him. There were too many kills, too many unsolved files in too many cabinets. No, I thank you. Perhaps the Parisian atmosphere had affected him.
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