“I do mean that,” she declared. " As he spoke, the door of the round-house was opened, and a stout man, with a lantern in his hand, presented himself at the threshold. I had not seen the courtyard in many years and I was happy to dream of those times. ‘Italian adventurer,’ explained her fiance briefly. Her fancy dress, save for the green-gray stockings, the pseudo-Turkish slippers, and baggy silk trousered ends natural to a Corsair’s bride, was hidden in a large black-silk-hooded operacloak. The man lingered. His hat was placed upon one pole, his wig on another. Mr. . But he had shown no desire for information, no curiosity. ’ ‘She is no longer a mystery,’ Gerald said.
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