But was it Faith? That is what she was this day going to find out. ’ ‘Lord, man, it’s only a scratch!’ Suddenly Gerald snapped his fingers. "I merely asked the question," he said, after he had enjoyed the boy's suspense for a moment. The taste of his sweat was intoxicating, like sweet brandy, like blood. "I am as God made me. Of course I know nothing of what really did happen in Paris—if even you ever saw him there. Somehow. God send the fellow did turn out to be a spy! Beckoning Roding on, Gerald crept down the corridor towards the source of the swishing he had heard.
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