Oh dear!—how sorry I am I ever left Wych Street. ’
‘Of course he will release you,’ Gerald said at once, concealing his delighted
satisfaction at this unexpected piece of good fortune. He was sipping a
glass of cold gin and water, and smoking a short black pipe. Paris looms behind—a tragedy of strange
recollections—here she emerges Phœnix-like, subtly developed, a flawless
woman, beautiful, self-reliant, witty, a woman with the strange gift of making all
others beside her seem plain or vulgar. “Here we are,” he said, “shining through each other like light through a
stained-glass window. A
carpenter's daughter is no fit match for a peer of France. ‘Certainly this is true,’ she managed. But, in spite of his outcries and resistance, he was dragged along by Jonathan
and his janizaries. "Did you ever see the like of her?"
"No," answered McClintock, gravely. He had no wish to go foraging in Spurlock's trunk. For nearly thirty years he had
lived here in contented loneliness; then youth had to come and fill him with
discontent. ‘Again you seek to interfere in my affairs?’
‘I did warn you I had every intention of doing so,’ said Gerald. Supposing that was it; at least, a solution to part of this
amazing riddle? Supposing her father had made her assist him in the care of the
derelicts solely to fill her with loathing and abhorrence for mankind?
"Didn't you despise the men your father brought home—the beachcombers?"
"No.
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