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‘Oh, my God, she’s gone!’
Wrenching his hand from his friend’s slackened grasp, he darted for the door,
Roding behind him. Something
insisted that those two were mysteriously linked—that the woman knew the man
was there. Each one had
been different from the others, each had had a quality all its own, a distinctive
freshness, a distinctive beauty. ‘Maybe not,’ Gerald conceded, ‘but I’m damned if I herald my approach with
a lot of unnecessary blundering about in the dark. Madame shrugged. ”
The bedrooms of John’s house were the size of an
entire floor at the Becks. Had it come already?
Chapter XXVII
JOHN FERRINGHAM, GENTLEMAN
“Confess, my dear husband,” Annabel said lightly, “that you are bewildered. But he had shown no desire for
information, no curiosity. But did Gerald trouble himself
about her? No. Dare you?”
“Do you mean NOW?”
“At the end of the session. ’
Gerald looked round. Here we are
absconding, pretending to be what we are not; shady, to say the least of it.
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