’ *** 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. ‘I thought it was his great-nephew, young Brewis Charvill, who is his heir. ’ She sipped at the liquid in her glass, but her eyes remained fixed, rather unnervingly, on Gerald. Deny me, if you please. "I should never have been what I am, but for you. At times I swear I’ve never met a more jaded fifteen-year-old, and your lie about being sixteen didn’t get by me for one second, believe it. Certainly, we—that is Jarvis and I— knew nothing of it until after Mary’s death. “If you wish,” he said, “I will go there in the morning and see what can be done for him. He leaned towards her as though anxious to see more of her face than that faint delicate profile gleaming like marble in the uncertain light. "You hear that," cried Mrs. ’ ‘Oh, she’ll be safe enough, Gerald. Sebastianus claimed to have met her back in Mantua after the betrothal. ’ Hilary eyed him. It was impossible.
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