"You are the son of Sir
Montacute Trenchard, of Ashton-Hall, near Manchester. ’
‘Entertained, he says!’
‘Intrigued, then,’ amended Gerald equably, although truth to tell he was
enjoying the mystery enormously. “Let me see,” he said. ‘And I don’t mind telling
you it goes agin’ the grain with me to let you go free and all, missie. But kill me rather than commit this outrage. ‘You are too shrewd for me, ma’am. The Widgett method of thought puzzled her weakly rhetorical
mind. In lieu of the
substantial habitations which he had gazed on overnight, he beheld a row of
falling scaffoldings, for such they seemed. Believe me, it will be better
by far that you should consent to marry me. He looked at
her, hurt. ’
‘She is no longer a mystery,’ Gerald said. But give me
till to-morrow—only till to-morrow—I may be able to part with him then. But there
was no feeling of remorse; there was only the sensation of exaltation. The one through which she had come and Gosse had entered behind her. Sheppard, "and am most grateful for your
offer.
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