He could not tell whether she was English or American. Plain, wide-mouthed, freckled, and ugly, she was an instantly jealous creature, her saving grace that she took no pains to mask her extreme dislike 47 of petite, pretty girls. It was long and narrow, a well-lit, wellventilated, quiet gallery of small tables and sinks, pervaded by a thin smell of methylated spirit and of a mitigated and sterilized organic decay. Wood was scarcely seated before Mr. ‘Gérard—’ ‘What now?’ he asked, rife with suspicion. ’ Gerald drew his breath in sharply as Lord Charvill took a step towards his granddaughter, thrusting out his head.
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