’ ‘Lord,’ Gerald murmured, awed more by the outspokenness of his hostess than by what she had said. She had had two days of employment-seeking now. “We were good friends in Paris, weren’t we? You made me all sorts of promises, we planned no end of nice things, and then—without a word to any one you disappeared. He was not, it seemed, the proper stipendiary at all, and there had been some demur to his jurisdiction that had ruffled him. " "Stand off, Poll," rejoined the woollen-draper; "I don't want to hurt you. ” Annabel looked at him curiously.
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