He was a square-faced man of nearly fifty, with iron-gray hair a mobile, cleanshaven mouth and rather protuberant black eyes that now scrutinized Ann Veronica. He walked out into the Champs Elysées and sat down. Glancing around his prison, he began to think it possible he might effect an escape from it. "I told you I would call to bid you farewell, Mr. ’ Gerald hissed in a doubtful breath. " And, with the uninjured hand he drew a pistol, which he fired, but without effect, at Jack. ” He made quite a long pause, and went on, with a sigh: “You have a voting paper given you—” They emerged into the publicity of the lawn. " But seeing that no notice was taken of the retort, he drew a little aside, and folded his arms, muttering, "This whim will soon be over.
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