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“She doesn’t know. I'm neither an infidel
nor an agnostic, so I'll content myself by saying that the hand of God is in this
somewhere. But there must be an Englishman who would like to marry her
to get Remenham House. Before our marriage there will be no life between
you and the estates. "
"Then you will stay!" she cried, clapping her hands joyfully, "for I'm sure he
won't part with you. Where the devil have you hidden all those
weapons? Don’t tell me you’ve got ’em with you. The costume of this
personage was somewhat singular, and might have passed for a masquerading
habit, had not the imperturbable gravity of his demeanour forbidden any such
supposition. "Woman, your wits are fled!"
And so it seemed; for all the answer she could make was to murmur distractedly,
"I can't find the key. ’
Gerald stood back, and watched her cross the room to the closed French doors. For that matter, my future be
damned. "If we take him, I don't mind giving you
a share—say a fourth—provided you lend a helping hand. It was his belief that the French had enough troubles of their own in these
difficult times without bothering to nose out British business. The man himself
was not a pleasant object. ’
‘It is money you mean, no?’ Melusine asked with scorn. But, perhaps,
you'll first accompany me to my dwelling for a moment, that we may arrange
our accounts before we start.
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