Proof that the scoundrel had risen from the dead—for he was dead to his father! He glared at the female whose appearance in England had revived those painful memories—churning unbearably since Brewis Charvill had brought him the news and put him in the worst of tempers—and the fury spilled out. She imagined descending the stairs, hearing Mike’s uproarious laughter as she peeked around a vacant corner with a lump in her throat. He regretted— more deeply than he could say—the occurrence of this evening. She was, she guessed, close to the library. “I have made no arrangements as yet— none at all. ‘I do not steal,’ declared the lady hotly. Gerald noted the lady’s eyes brighten as she caught sight of him making his way through the throng towards her. “I won’t have you quarrelling and crying in the Avenue,” he said. I wanted it badly. It had been brighter than the rest, for dawn light had come in through high unshuttered casements above the bookshelves. ‘Jacques, where are you hurt?’ But as she asked the question, she saw the wound. Your aunt and I have discussed all this matter. They must have a key. Here I am as an alternative either to nasty work—or going home.
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