’ Gerald reached out and took her hand, enclosing it between both his own. She liked the high, easy swing of the thing over its big wheels, the quick clatter-patter of the horse, the passage of the teeming streets. If I’d meant it, my girl, you’d be dead meat. She could not look at him through an interval that seemed to her a vast gulf of time. It worked. But she had loved the man. It took all my self control not to let my hands wander. But he would make it a point not to speak again to the girl. ” The bedrooms of John’s house were the size of an entire floor at the Becks. “That sounds so uncouth,” she murmured. . “Well?” he asked her tersely. “Annabel,” she said, “I have never asked you for your confidence. ‘You said it. " "Of course," rejoined Quilt, maliciously; "every thief is so.
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