" "By Heaven!" cried Kneebone, with increasing fervour, "it is true—as true as my affection for you. I will return to Manchester at once. It was a moment or two before Gerald realised that he could feel the fluttering of her pulse beneath the light touch he had on her wrist, and that her fingers were trembling in his. She had a feeling at his departure as of an immense cavity, of something enormously gone; she could not tell whether it was infinite regret or infinite relief. To stumble upon the trail through the agency of a bottle of whisky! Drank queer; so his bottle had rendered him conspicuous. Lady Ferringhall listened, and her cheeks grew pale. I can see that you were somebody, in another day. I didn’t see everything last time.
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