\" He panted, wiping sweat off of
his brow with a towel. But God will punish you for what you have done this day. ’
‘Oh, do they?’ Gerald said, sudden wrath kindling. At this time of day the priest would be at
his apartments in Brewer Street, a short walk away from Golden Square which
the building overlooked. I should think, Anna,
that your own sense—er—of propriety would enable you to see this. I say again, grace à vous. “Let me know the truth. If the creator drew a hero anything like himself, she would accept it
as a sign that he did care a little. "
"I can't endure the odious baggage. "You are complimentary, Sir Rowland," returned the other, with a grim smile. Quite trying of him not to be there when he is wanted. Feeling rather exhausted, it occurred to him that
possibly some provisions might have been left by the constable; and, looking
about, he perceived a pitcher of water and a small brown loaf on the floor. But then the features changed. ’
Speeding down the two flights of stairs, Gerald mentally thanked God that it
was the practice of himself and Roding—in case of emergency, of which this
was a prime example—to stable their horses at the posting inns all the way to
London.
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