’ Chapter Ten ‘I am come on a mission of some delicacy, ma’am,’ Gerald said calmly to the old lady. He did like her, anyhow; he was always pleased to be with her. Like stealing. Her mind invoked her husband, who she imagined lying dead in a ditch somewhere, tortured and killed by brigands or perhaps eaten by creatures like herself, a fate he actually deserved. The elastic spirits of youth resumed their sway; and, before the coach stopped, his tears had ceased to flow. ” “Sooner or later. From beginning to end it was first-hand stuff. For a time he would be the grim Protestant Flagellant, pursuing the idea of self-castigation.
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