‘Comment? What do you say?’
Gerald looked down into her face, and found himself touched by the
uncertainty he saw there. “Then let me be the judge of what is best,” she answered. They
used the rope—not that a rope was at all necessary, but because Ann Veronica’s
exalted state of mind made the fact of the rope agreeably symbolical; and,
anyhow, it did insure a joint death in the event of some remotely possibly
mischance. "'Sblood!" exclaimed Jonathan, hastily thrusting the ring into his vest, and taking
up a heavy horseman's pistol with which he had felled Blueskin,—"I thought
you'd been senseless. ”
She chilled Ann Veronica a little by that last phrase, and yet the magnetism of
her fellowship and enthusiasm was very strong; and it was pleasant to be made
out a heroine after so much expostulation and so many secret doubts. Gerald would certainly have demanded back his sword. Later. ‘You, Mademoiselle Charvill, are as unlike most of your sex as you can
be. "Well?" he whispered. This was just what he
needed. "Let us sit here," she said, indicating the white sand bordering the lagoon; "and
in a minute or two you will see something quite wonderful.
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