Oh dear!—how sorry I am I ever left Wych Street. ’ Gerald started. Heaven knows what dim and tawdry conceptions of passion and desire were in that blond cranium, what romance-begotten dreams of intrigue and adventure! but they sufficed, when presently Ann Veronica went out into the darkling street again, to inspire a flitting, dogged pursuit, idiotic, exasperating, indecent. The poor wretch, driven by desperation to the commission of a crime which her soul abhors, is no more beyond the hope of reformation than she is without the pale of mercy. She controlled herself, and answered meekly, “No. "What is this?" she wanted to know. Besides, how am I to ride home without them?" "Don't distress yourself," returned Jack, "you shall walk. ’ Gerald infused sympathy into his voice, and deliberately addressed himself to Madame. He gripped the window-sill behind him. White assured her.
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