At this point Lucy, in an effort perhaps—foolhardy, in Gerald’s opinion—to pour oil on troubled waters, rose swiftly to her feet and came towards the old man, her hand held out. Anna came back into the sitting-room with a little sigh of relief. What was the objection? She found it impossible to look her own diffidence in the face. Do you think that I shall ever make an actress, my friend?” “I doubt it,” he answered bluntly. Very doubtful. The boy would never know just how lucky he was. Madame Valade was that kind of woman.
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