’ ‘Oh, that,’ Gerald said cautiously. Take a room!” “I say!” said Constance. He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper folded round his throat. Its dreariness, like the filthiness of the police cell, was a discovery for her. A medley of motives warred in her, and it was certainly not one of the least of these that she knew herself to be passionately in love with Capes; at moments she had a giddy intimation that he was beginning to feel keenly interested in her.
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