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Moving swiftly to the end of the corridor, he pushed open a door at random and entered a large room, which looked to have been a saloon, judging from the faded gilt and crimson wall-paper, a mirror above the fireplace which was surrounded by an ornate gilded frame, now sadly tarnished, and a worn Chippendale sofa with striped upholstery and tasselled cushions. ‘I may have been only a secretary, but times are changing. Planting his knee against her side, he pulled her towards him with one hand, while with the other he sought his knife. So far she had not heard the sound of his voice. ’ ‘Yes, that rather leapt to the eye,’ Gerald said, and the faint smile sent a lick of warmth down inside her. “Do you mean, aunt,” she asked, “that my father thought I had gone off—with some man?” “What else COULD he think? Would any one DREAM you would be so mad as to go off alone?” “After—after what had happened the night before?” “Oh, why raise up old scores? If you could see him this morning, his poor face as white as a sheet and all cut about with shaving! He was for coming up by the very first train and looking for you, but I said to him, ‘Wait for the letters,’ and there, sure enough, was yours. If you were ten years younger, you'd have me wondering. He was walking listlessly along, well-dressed, debonnair, good-looking. "No"—as if her thoughts were elsewhere. Wrap yourself in my cloak, and keep it. He was staring at her, openly gaping. ” Lucy said, frowning.
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