Nothing but the constraint of social usage now linked him to her. ‘How in God’s name did the wretched fellow get in then?’ ‘Dug a tunnel?’ suggested Gerald, halting next to a pair of French windows at the front. She passed down the stairs and into the street. He not only did this, but supplied him with an ointment which allayed the swelling of his limbs, and crowned all by furnishing him with a jug of excellent ale. ‘The man’s gone,’ her old nurse told her, when she had recovered a little. G.
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