Peste, where was her handkerchief? She remembered then that it had been lost in the struggle with Gerald. As he turned the handle, it moved, and the door was taken from his hand and pulled outward by the young footman. But what he could do or might do she could not imagine. She slid her cheek down the tweed sleeve of his coat. The few pence left in her purse would only provide a very scanty lunch. This structure at once satisfied him as to where he stood. "Do not despair, my sweet soul," said Wood, in a soothing tone.
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