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. Montressor’s guests were. ’ Gerald infused sympathy into his voice, and deliberately addressed himself to Madame. I'm a slave to my word. Well, they’d got to the pheasants, and in a little while he would smoke.
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