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‘Jacques! This—this bête he attacks me, and you stand there and you do
nothing. He blushed, too, spiritually, as it were. ’
Sheer exasperation made Gerald release her as he broke into reluctant
laughter. The stage manager came out
from the wings, and taking her hand led her off. David Courtlaw—Sir John
Ferringhall. “Are you sorry you waited, aunt?” she said. The features
were indistinct, but was that not a halo of white about it? And the dark shadow
below, was that a cloak, or the habit of a nun?
Skirting the dancing, from which he had taken a breather—not from lack of
energy, but to escape the inanities of the young ladies he had partnered—Gerald
made his way to a side door in the saloon and opened it. ”
“And you can’t?”
“I don’t think I ought to control myself. \" She was never hungry for human
food.
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