But the wench who tricked me shall bitterly repent it. ’ ‘Now why didn’t I make that connection?’ Gerald asked of the air in a tone of regret. She entered the room in the shadows. Spurling and Marvel rose too. Destruction everywhere marked its course. ‘Now what?’ The girl’s voice was shaking, and there were, he saw now, angry tears in her eyes. He looked eager and flushed and troubled. Out of these he selected a faded parchment and restored the rest to safety. Nothing, however, could be discerned, except the crumbling brickwork. She put out her hands to avoid his embrace. The London backgrounds, in Bloomsbury and Marylebone, against which these people went to and fro, took on, by reason of their gray facades, their implacably respectable windows and window-blinds, their reiterated unmeaning iron railings, a stronger and stronger suggestion of the flavor of her father at his most obdurate phase, and of all that she felt herself fighting against. Mere hangers on. I hated him.
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