Paul’s,
were rich and wonderful with the soft sunshine of London, the softest, the finest
grained, the most penetrating and least emphatic sunshine in the world. “Promise me that you’ll never tell another living soul,
John. I
don’t think any surroundings could throw a shadow on you. Only she hadn’t. She recovered herself, however, with amazing
facility. ‘Leave it, imbecile. ’
‘I am not the imbecile you take me for,’ Gerald said with dangerous calm. The young
lady—if she had come in here at all—had vanished. This time he couldn't get far. ‘You are the one that I have met in London. A piece of old blanket was
fastened across her shoulders, and she had no other clothing except a petticoat.
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