‘I’m following a scent. ‘She won’t confide in you? Now, why?’
‘Because that scoundrel Leonardo drummed it into her head that no man was
to be trusted,’ Gerald announced viciously. “I heard the other day that she’d been
taken in by some cad of a fellow who was cutting a great dash in Paris,
personating Meysey Hill, the great railway man. She threw out a hand to stop
herself from cannoning into them and, losing balance, tripped over her own
petticoats and fell to the carpeted floor, her hat falling off as she did so. “The rarefied air? I thought you had a
better head. Aren't we
funny? And just as I was beginning to lose faith in human beings, to have
someone like this come along! It is almost as if she were acting a rôle, and she
isn't.
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