‘What happened, ma’am?’ enquired Gerald gently. Stonily he had disengaged himself. "I understand," she said. ’ ‘Will you have done, Gerald?’ demanded Hilary, exasperated. Young, not much older than she was: she was twenty and he was possibly twenty-four. Why? He could preach the Word and deny Love!—tame the savage heart, succour broken white men!—pray with his face strained with religious fervour! The idea made her dizzy because it was so inexplicable. And opposite to him, with a book in his hand,—but it couldn't be a prayer-book,—sat Jonathan Wild, in a parson's cassock and band. She felt like Snow White in a secret forest house populated by dwarves. Sir John, by instinct and training, was an unimaginative person. Ascending the stairs, and conducting them along a sombre gallery, in which Trenchard noticed that every door was painted black, and numbered, he stopped at the entrance of a chamber; and, selecting a key from the bunch at his girdle, unlocked it. She drifted northward from the Strand, and came on some queer and dingy quarters. "I'm sure little Jack has but one friend beside myself, in the world, and that's more than I would have ventured to say for him yesterday.
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