’ ‘Dieu du ciel,’ burst from mademoiselle as she jumped up. She rambles continually about Jack, and her husband, and that wretch Jonathan, to whom, as far as can be gathered from her wild ravings, she attributes all her misery. ’ ‘I like that,’ Gerald protested. Gosse had moved forward, his pistol arm out straight, his aim true, the gun cocked.
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