’
‘But Gérard knows. unless a copyright notice is included. He’s a catch, Lucy. He was
brooding over her, she could sense it, and the shadowy
circles around his lovely dark eyes bespoke a terrible
ongoing insomnia. Sheppard, with a laugh that cut the ears of those
who listened to it like a razor,—"Do not despair! And who or what shall give me
comfort when my son is gone? I have wept till my eyes are dry,—suffered till
my heart is broken,—prayed till the voice of prayer is dumb,—and all of no
avail. ‘But if there is
one, how in the world did this mystery lady of yours know of it?’
‘That, Lucy, is precisely the point that has been exercising my mind,’ Gerald
said, turning his eyes once more to the group of French exiles in the alcove. He looked about for his hat, and put it on. Distress, deep-rooted, and age old.
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