’ Gerald controlled a quivering lip. ‘One of your countrymen, perhaps?’ The girl clammed up, the moon of her white face staring up at him in the darkness. "Get up, then," said Jack, freeing his foot from the stirrup. A sarcastic smile seemed to play upon the chief-taker's lips; and abashed at his own irresolution, the lad went on. Jack Sheppard is to me what Thames Darrell is to you—an object of hatred. He took a handful of almonds and raisins that she held out to him—for both these young people had given up the practice of going out for luncheon—and kept her hand for a moment to kiss her finger-tips. ’ ‘Yes, indeed,’ agreed Lucilla enthusiastically.
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