’ He sighed. At this moment, a door was opened below; lights gleamed on the walls; and the figures of Rowland and Sir Cecil were distinguished at the foot of the stairs. “She found my collection of witchcraft books under my bed and threw them away. ‘Oh, Lord,’ muttered Gerald, going instantly to her aid. ‘Parbleu, the house, is it broken in the least? I do not think so. Coarse as were the ruffian's notions of feminine beauty, he could not be insensible to the surpassing loveliness of the fair creature, who had thus solicited his attention. A child—as innocent as a child! Nothing about life; bemused by the fairy stories you writers call novels! I don't know what you have done; I don't care.
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