She had thought—What had she thought? That this dependence of women was but an illusion which needed only to be denied to vanish. ‘Do you know, Mademoiselle Charvill, you are a thought too clever for your own good. While he was meditating flight in this way, and tossing about on the straw, he chanced upon an old broken and rusty fork. "Yes; he'll suspect nothing. ’ ‘Fiddle,’ scoffed Miss Froxfield. “Where is my beautiful wife?” He bellowed from the downstairs. . ’ ‘Did I so?’ Gerald said, amused. And where was that devil? Had the soldiers found him? She could not think he had escaped, for she had only just made it into the passage as they entered the library.
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