I've sent for the priest. ’
Triumph leapt in Gerald’s chest. No, I thank you. Take care he don't see you,—and bring me word where he goes,
and what he does. Cheveney was looking after her, I think, then. ’
‘Do you care to test that theory?’ Gerald suggested easily. She could learn nothing of her son, and only
obtained one solitary piece of information, which added to, rather than alleviated
her misery,—namely, that Jonathan Wild had paid a secret visit to the Cross
Shovels. "
"Do not talk thus, dear mother," returned Jack, gazing anxiously at her pale
countenance, "or I shall not be able to quit you. The idea of your being a failure would
never have occurred to me. It
would be an ice storm by midnight if it did not let up. “Call me Annabel. ”
“It seems so—so unworthy”—she picked among her phrases “of the noble
love you give—”
She stopped, through the difficulty she found in expressing herself.
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