‘Indeed?’ Gerald said politely. His face was half hidden under a freshly pipeclayed sola topee—sun-helmet. Lucy tried not to notice the starched smell, overpowering and powdery. A single false step might have precipitated him into the street; or, if he had trodden upon an unsound part of the roof, he must have fallen through it. I thought that Hill was dead, but I was frightened, and I wanted to get away from Paris. Kneebone assured her that he did say so; and, as a further proof of his sincerity, squeezed her hand very warmly under the table.
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