"How so?" asked Wild, curiously. “Bother it all!” she swore. Sudden indignation boiled up in him. The beautiful city that she had been awed by and even grown to love had been abandoned. ’ ‘You mean imbecile, don’t you?’ Gerald said, and turned his head to share the joke with Melusine. There was a lapse of time, an interval of blackness; then he found his hand in hers and she was leading him at a run up the side of the mountain. The features were indistinct, but was that not a halo of white about it? And the dark shadow below, was that a cloak, or the habit of a nun? Skirting the dancing, from which he had taken a breather—not from lack of energy, but to escape the inanities of the young ladies he had partnered—Gerald made his way to a side door in the saloon and opened it. It suited him to dampen the spirits of any who sought to impose upon him, as these relics of the loathed family of Valade seemed like to do. She was in deadly earnest in everything she did. "I'd lay down my life for yours. " "No. She could hardly speak to me; she insisted relentlessly upon a separation. So he made merry at the dinner table, told comic stories, and was astonished at the readiness with which she grasped the comic side of life. When the bell rang, she lagged behind as was her habit.
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