She could smell his cologne underneath his collar, or perhaps his aftershave. It was a refusal of expediency, he said, and not an absolute refusal. “You are not going out—this evening, I trust,” that lady asked, a trifle dismayed. "Bolt the wicket!" shouted Ireton, who, with the others, had been not a little entertained by the gallant turnkey's discomfiture. And yet, she would be easy prey in her present state of mind to any plausible, attractive scoundrel. . ’ ‘What?’ Roding’s glare tried Gerald’s control severely, but he pursued his theme unheeding.
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