’ ‘What for?’ asked Gerald, half laughing, as he put his hand in his pocket and brought out his elegant pistol. "How old are you?" demanded Miss Prudence. ‘What do you mean?’ ‘You should have gone to Charvill. Who were you looking for tonight? One of the émigrés? There were several in there. Montague Hill. There’s that old gentleman at the end of the table—Bullding his name is. It was impossible to meet the motion bodily. "Here's the door. You wore a blue dress with your hair unbound, and never had I seen a maid so glorious with eyes so blue or a smile so bright. Distress like hers might palliate far greater offences than she ever committed. ’ Pierced to the heart by the poignancy of this utterance, Gerald could neither move nor speak.
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