" CHAPTER XIII. To her mind, recalling the picture of him the night before, there had been something tragic in the grim silent manner of his tippling. Cathy stood in the bedroom hallway in her faded blue bathrobe. ‘Give me my pistol!’ Gerald shook his head, slipping the pistol into his pocket. ” He said to her with as much casualness as he could muster. ’ He closed the panel and came slowly out of the little dressing-room, Roding at his heels. It seemed to her in her restored geniality that she liked Manning extremely.
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