He backed away from her. But did Gerald trouble himself about her? No. “How are you feeling?” She asked with grave concern in her voice. He moved, after quiet intervals, with a quick little movement, and ever and again stroked his small mustache and coughed a selfconscious cough. Chapter XXVIII THE HISSING OF “ALCIDE” There was a strange and ominous murmur of voices, a shuffling of feet in the gallery, a silence, which was like the silence before a storm. She propped a pillow against his padded headboard and sat herself into a stiff upright position, legs expertly crossed. Gerald watched her vanish into the darkness, unusually incensed. “Oh, I know you would stop me if you could. “For one thing, Anna,” she remarked, “we had not the slightest idea that you had left, or were leaving Paris.
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