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And she defies me. ‘I do not know your Gérard. Still, her face never betrayed this distraction. The struggle had dislodged the white wimple, which was evidently too large for her, and her black hair broke free, whirling like a whiplash about her head as her hands curled into fists, coming up to beat at his chest, her little teeth bared for attack. But if he starts a long jog, his name is Dennis. He could not tell by the look of her whether she was glad or sorry that presently she would be free. He was a manly man, free from any strong maternal strain, and he had loved his dark-eyed, dainty bright-colored, and active little wife with a real vein of passion in his sentiment. What in the world was the wench up to now? For it must be she. Aware of the footman hovering, and the hackney coachman’s curious eyes looking down from his box, Gerald leaned a little towards her and spoke in a lowered tone.
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