Slowly she
released the hammer on the pistol, uncocking it, and Gerald became conscious
that he had been holding his breath. “I don’t see what he has to do with my coming to London?”
“He—he worships the ground you tread on. “You come into
these sordid surroundings—you mustn’t mind my calling them sordid—and it
makes them seem as though they didn’t matter. Sometimes I
think you would have been much better off if you had
been born in death-worshipping Egypt instead of in the
Fourteenth Century. "He stands before you," rejoined her son. He classified her as he seated himself. She dropped a flower—it’s in my
pocket-book now. She rested her head upon his
shoulder. ”
He resumed, after a mouthful: “Here is a girl of sixteen or seventeen,
seventeen and a half to be exact, running about, as one might say, in London. “Now you look happy. He hadn't followed this angle of thought
in ten years: what he might have been, with a little shrewd selfishness. I’M
shaken. "
By Wild's advice, the usual constabulary force was greatly augmented. Anyhow, that is how things are.
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