Glancing around his prison, he began to think it possible he might effect an escape from it. 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. ” “That is all very well,” said Ann Veronica, unheeded. "I am Owen Wood, at your service. Of what was she thinking? She must rescue herself. The glance, which he threw at the door, was singularly expressive of his character: it was a mixture of alarm, effrontery, and resolution. What had urged her to wrench loose and fly was the guarding instinct of the good woman. Then she stood up and looked around the room. Don’t be late if you can help it.
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