On the morrow Spurlock (who was unaware that he had offered a prayer) let down the bars to his reserve. Gerald smiled and excused himself with the Poussaint girl, whose mouth pinched together as she threw a dagger glance at the voluptuous Madame Valade. Gerald raised his cockaded hat, and smiled. “Delicious!” she murmured.
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