"As it's getting late, and the porter may be gone to bed," he observed; "I'll take the pass-key, and let myself in. And a time will come, Veronica, mark my words, a time will come when you will bless me for my firmness to-night. She crouched beneath a stump, her extremities twitching as the sun set orange and blue beyond the lace of iron-black trees. She appeared to be considering. But did Gerald trouble himself about her? No.
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