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They drove around town that night in his Buick convertible. They talked for the better part of an hour, and at last walked together to the junction of highroad and the bridle-path. I don’t defend it. ‘Do you not understand that I can trust no one—no one?’ ‘That is a pity,’ Gerald said, rising to face her. And turning again, as if the emotions she had churned up kept her on the move, she paced back to the mantel and there stopped, staring at her own reflection in the tarnished mirror. The strong fingers of one hand secured both her wrists there, and Melusine found herself chest to chest with him as he threw off his hat, and began to pat at her petticoat, searching for tell-tale protrusions. "That man should have been an Italian bravo," murmured the knight, sinking into a chair: "he has neither fear nor compunction. My eyes are open to you.
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