Her husband finally relented. The worst was over now. Nevertheless, Sir
John had the look of a man who was enjoying himself. "I am Owen Wood, at your
service. ‘Sleeping like a baby, he is. ‘Keep still, for God’s sake! Hilary will send him off all right and
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it appears he was picked up by fishermen, and carried to France, where he has
remained ever since, and where it would have been well for him if he had
remained altogether. I will make her my Grail, and some day, perhaps, if God wills, she shall
become my wife!’”
He looked very hard before him as he said this, and his voice was full of deep
feeling. She was saying good-bye to childhood and home, and her
making; she was going out into the great, multitudinous world; this time there
would be no returning. And girls and women, perhaps, are different. I am aware that you ran away from
there, but—’
‘Certainly I ran away,’ she said, meeting his gaze with defiance in her own. ’
‘So did your business about marrying an Englishman seem to me,’ Gerald
returned. Such was his fury, that if he
had not been restrained by the presence of the two turnkeys, he might perhaps
have anticipated the course of justice, by laying violent hands upon his victim.
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