"
"May I trust you?" cried Thames, eagerly. ’
Gerald reached out and took her hand, enclosing it between both his own. The day was
unseasonably humid and dark, a thick fog having
descended over manicured lawns. "Where are the packets committed to your
charge by Sir Rowland Trenchard?"
"The packets!" exclaimed Kneebone, in alarm. “Oh, damn!” he said. She was an indignant queen, no doubt she was
alarmed and disgusted within limits; but she was highly excited, and there was
something, some low adventurous strain in her being, some element, subtle at
least if base, going about the rioting ways and crowded insurgent meeting-places
of her mind declaring that the whole affair was after all—they are the only words
that express it—a very great lark indeed.
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