She would never, never go back. ‘Oh, the Frenchie. She found it extremely difficult to infuse an air of quiet correctitude into her return through the window, and when she was safely inside she waved clinched fists and executed a noiseless dance of rage. CHAPTER XIII. ’ Gerald tutted. I—I don’t understand,” the man faltered wearily.
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