His sword done with, he took up the bludgeon; balanced it in his hand; upon the points of his fingers; and let it fall with a smash, intentionally, upon the table. The room was reeling, or was it that she was going to faint? She recovered herself with a supreme effort. Burn your palette and your easel. But those days are over—quite over. It wasn’t. The sound of her flying feet brought Gerald leaping for the door. He sprung out of the driver’s side and ran to her door. This salute of his—actually the first she could remember—while it did not disturb her, began to lead her thoughts into new channels of speculation. He made it brief.
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