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A chill ran through his frame, and, grasping the heavy weapon with which chance had provided him, prepared to strike down the first person who should enter the cell. "Where?" she cried. " "But I was intoxicated!" "So was the man you just fought in this room. ‘And now, monsieur le major—’ ‘I will see you to the door,’ Gerald said, looking with interest at the building that his observant groom had told him housed a small collection of nuns. In the genuinely dissipated face there was always a suggestion of slyness in ambush, peeping out of the wrinkles around the eyes and the lips. He still watched her and questioned her. She spent the morning up to ten in writing a series of unsuccessful letters to Ramage, which she tore up unfinished; and finally she desisted and put on her jacket and went out into the lamp-lit obscurity and slimy streets. In her ears there was a medley of sound: wailing music, rumbling tom-toms and sputtering firecrackers. She had felt very uncomfortable around him, grotesque. He has no imagination, no real generosity.
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