"That's for Mrs. ’ Gerald cast a swift look up the corridor, but there was no one there, not even a shadow. . "You will never leave me," sobbed the poor woman, straining him to her breast. ” She looked at him with fluttering eyelids—sweetly grateful. ‘Aye, that she was. Faintly bothered by what it might mean, Gerald rose from his seat and crossed to the tray to pour himself a glass of wine. Gerald watched its approach with vague interest, which quickened when he saw that it was drawing up outside the very house out of which he had just stepped. We have known men who have come here for no other purpose than to prove their unassailable virtue, who have strode into the arena of temptation, waving the—the what is it—the white flower of a blameless life, only to exchange it with marvellous facility for the violets of the Parisienne. "I must go. Sydney Courtlaw—Mr.
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