‘I think you know my affianced husband. ’ ‘Will you go back there?’ asked Gerald. He was a Wiltshire Edmondshaw, a very old family. At this moment, the landlord of the Crown, a jovial-looking stout personage, with a white apron round his waist, issued from the house, bearing a large wooden bowl filled with ale, which he offered to Jack, who instantly rose to receive it. ’ ‘Get on, Hilary, do,’ begged Lucilla. ‘How could you possibly know it?’ ‘I know it,’ Lucilla told him frostily, ‘because Dorothée told me that Madame Valade went off with Gerald positively purring in her ear—which is a thing he never does—and came back with him looking like the cat after cream. He was not Meysey Hill, but an Englishman of business, and he had only a small income. The Dawn Pearl; how well they had named her! The pearl without price—his and not his! He took her arm and drew it under his; and together they went down the veranda steps. And for me there is only one treasure-house. This was enough for the poor widow.
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