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‘You cannot read my mind at all, monsieur. The features were indistinct, but was that not a halo of white about it? And the dark shadow below, was that a cloak, or the habit of a nun? Skirting the dancing, from which he had taken a breather—not from lack of energy, but to escape the inanities of the young ladies he had partnered—Gerald made his way to a side door in the saloon and opened it. “It was very tiring. Satisfied, as he thought, that he had nothing to apprehend, the boy resumed his task, chanting, as he plied his knife with redoubled assiduity, the following—not inappropriate strains:— THE NEWGATE STONE. Immediately she had spoken of the loose button he knew that henceforth he must show no concern over the disposition of that coat. The life of a girl presented itself to her as something happy and heedless and unthinking, yet really guided and controlled by others, and going on amidst unsuspected screens and concealments. Now what? There was an interest, or why ask him who they were. She possessed what he affected to despise, but secretly worshipped—the innate charm of breeding. "I merely asked the question," he said, after he had enjoyed the boy's suspense for a moment. " "Confidentially, I'm assured that he has another. ” The conversation hung.
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