’ Was there a careful note in her voice? Gerald gave no sign, keeping his own tone light. ‘Oh, peste. “Wild horses—not if they have all the mounted police in London—shan’t keep me out. —Give me the letters, my love," she added aloud, and in her most winning accents; "they're some wicked forgeries. ‘I just don’t understand you, Gerald. She had black hair, fine eyebrows, and a clear complexion; and the forces that had modelled her features had loved and lingered at their work and made them subtle and fine.
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