’ *** It must have been fate, Gerald decided, near an hour later, staring intently at the closed French windows on the raised alcove that led out to the terrace. The crowning aspect of the incident, for her mind, was the discovery that he and her indiscretion with him no longer mattered very much. The latch came with a weak click. They turned off at Glen Grove, a sleepy town of less than two hundred. But this revulsion was engulfed by the succeeding waves of pity and understanding. How could he have betrayed her so cruelly? How could he lie and claim her as dead? Sebastian studied her carefully as she refused to cry and became like a pillar of stone. There you are! Girl spoilt for life. But his lips were honourlocked. “Let us escape,” she said. Upon a table, where they had been hastily deposited, on the intelligence of Darrell's accident, lay a pair of pink kid gloves, bordered with lace, and an enormous fan; the latter, when opened, represented the metamorphosis and death of Actæon. Lights glimmered in the windows of the different houses; and a lamp-lighter was running from post to post on his way to Snow Hill. It was exactly as Sebastian had foreseen. Evidently her foresight has saved me a funeral. " "Knock him on the head," thundered Sir Cecil, "or we shall have the watch upon us. He walked unsteadily towards the door.
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