” He stalked around the room. ’ ‘Ah, but why remain penniless? After all, your grandfather Charvill—’ ‘Again with the grandfather? Mon ami, if you imagine that this grandfather will welcome a daughter of Nicholas Charvill, whom he has never forgiven that he married a Frenchwoman, then you have an imagination entirely wrong. Lucy cringed, her eyes widening. "Won't you take these?" For a space he merely stared at her, perhaps wondering if she were real. Her mind turned and accused itself of having been cold and hard. Gerald watched her vanish into the darkness, unusually incensed. She pulled the door so that it was not quite to, and held out her hand, palm up. Her head rose. Wanted her out of the way because he had been afraid of her, afraid of himself! He, at fifty-four! Then into this void poured a flaming anger, a blind and unreasoning anger. She was wan and white. "Ah! I see. He regretted now that in his idle hours he hadn't hunted up one against the rainy day. But a far greater affliction was in store for her.
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