He smiled. ‘And since the entire company and Pottiswick himself were unable to find hide nor hair of the infernal French female—’ ‘English, Hilary,’ Gerald reminded him. If ever the denouement came—if ever the Hand reached him—Ruth would then understand why he had rebuffed all her tender advances. CHAPTER XVII. Spit of your mother.
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