’ ‘And was not she put out?’ demanded Miss Froxfield with a tinkling laugh. I dare say anything seemed better to her than the nun’s habit she had been obliged to use. It had thrust her back with an undignified scuffle, with vulgar comedy, with an unendurable, scornful grin. ‘But what in the world was she doing at Remenham House?’ ‘Your quickness is astounding, Lucy,’ Gerald told her admiringly. Before I sit down, I have a toast to propose, which I am sure will be received, as it deserves to be, with enthusiasm. It was a moment or two before Gerald realised that he could feel the fluttering of her pulse beneath the light touch he had on her wrist, and that her fingers were trembling in his. The ring's yours, and you're mine.
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