All this Woman-who-Diddery
—no damn good. ’
She simpered, and withdrew one hand so that she might smack his fingers
playfully. “Ferringhall, were you or
were you not dining last night at a certain restaurant in the Boulevard des
Italiennes with—la petite Pellissier?”
Now indeed Sir John was moved. “My sister,” she murmured, “is so independent. Sheppard, struggling to escape, and holding the infant
at arm's length; "have mercy on this helpless innocent!"
And the child, alarmed by the strife, added its feeble cries to its mother's shrieks. “Nobody understands them, of course, but we all
look as though we did. If any of you—or all of you feel the same in six months’
time from to-day, will you come, if you care to, and see me then?”
There was a brief silence. “About my sister,” she repeated slowly. ‘And if it was not for that
imbecile of a Gérard, who has put his soldiers to watch for me, it would not need
that I make it. I don’t love you. ’
Amusement flickered in Gerald’s breast. ”
“It isn’t necessary,” they both declared breathlessly. Anyway, I only smoke
occasionally.
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