‘Give me my pistol!’ Gerald shook his head, slipping the pistol into his pocket. You’re never going to believe this, by the way. Too damned chickenhearted to confess to me he’d run off with the woman. The unknown, previously so attractive, now presented another face—blank. We'll get together this afternoon; and you can pretend that I am your father. . ” “They’ll find out. The postilion obeyed, and dashed off as hard as his horses could gallop along the beautiful road leading to Neasdon and Willesden, just as the serving-men made their appearance.
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