’ ‘But you managed to escape nevertheless,’ Gerald said calmly, ‘disguising yourself as a nun. I don’t classify. "All's bowman, my covey. Chapter VIII “WHITE’S” Northwards, away from the inhospitality of West Kensington, rumbled the ancient four-wheel cab, laden with luggage and drawn by a wheezy old horse rapidly approaching its last days. I am absolutely certain that up to the present we have escaped all notice, and I do not believe that any casual observer would take us for English people. His reputation was slightly tainted by his marriage to her mother, an exotic blue-eyed raven-haired beauty, a Gypsy doll with a clandestine heritage. He had died before they married, and when her brother became a widower she had come to his assistance and taken over much of the care of his youngest daughter. " The stranger was for a moment lost in reflection. "I'll go to her directly," said Wood, bustling towards the door.
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