Imagination, coloured by the obscurity, peopled the air with phantoms. He stood upon the threshold, dangling his eye-glasses in his fingers, stolid, imperturbable, mildly interrogative. ‘Parbleu, how you make me talk!’ ‘Your secret is safe with me, I promise you,’ Gerald said reassuringly. “She’s all right. . . She must learn wisdom—as God pleases. I have said that I am but a nun now. All at once her heart began to patter queerly.
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