It was a serene and charming evening, and twilight was gently stealing over the face of the country. “Yes,” she said, very faintly. She enjoyed preparing the evening meals, the smells of potatoes roasting in the oven, the stink of onions in the pan, the crackle of chicken frying. The struggle had dislodged the white wimple, which was evidently too large for her, and her black hair broke free, whirling like a whiplash about her head as her hands curled into fists, coming up to beat at his chest, her little teeth bared for attack. ’ ‘Have no fear. If I were a clean, free man—We’ll have to talk of all these things. For I still love her mother. At the open door stood a young man in a rich garb with a mask on his face, who was encouraging the mob by words and gestures. ’ Gerald knew the caress in his voice was a trifle ironic.
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