’ ‘But Gérard knows. ” It was her last evening in that wrappered life against which she had rebelled. ’ ‘Only in hot blood, eh?’ grinned Gerald. The curtain tinkled as her head brushed it, but he neither saw nor heard. " "So do I!" she cried; "for then you would have been really my brother. The smells of skewered fennel, roast chicken, and broiled pheasant saturated the air, and she could smell other wonderful aromas about them.
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