For it was but logical that she would seek a divorce on the ground that she had unknowingly married a fugitive from justice. She had trouble outwitting him as he seemed to predict her words before he said them. “Go to the far corner,” he said, “and sing the last verse of Les Petites. Section 3. ‘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. She had called the police on them anonymously. He told her something about music, the great world outside. I’ve called half a dozen times at her flat, and she won’t see me. The woman shrugged her shoulders.
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