’ For the space of half a minute, Gerald continued to scowl in silent frustration. Then his beard was of a reddish hue, and his complexion warm and sanguine. Not far from him was a knot of lads drinking, swearing, and playing at dice as eagerly and as skilfully as any of the older hands. In the subdued light she could not tell whether he was asleep or awake. The London backgrounds, in Bloomsbury and Marylebone, against which these people went to and fro, took on, by reason of their gray facades, their implacably respectable windows and window-blinds, their reiterated unmeaning iron railings, a stronger and stronger suggestion of the flavor of her father at his most obdurate phase, and of all that she felt herself fighting against. And Charcam, fearful of another charge in his master's present uncertain mood, disappeared. Suddenly, she heard the crunch of new feet on the gravel.
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