‘You speak as if you expected to meet her again, Gerald. I—I am a lovesick idiot, and not accountable for my actions. She was only trying to distract you so that she might escape. Just as they reached the eastern outlet of the churchyard— where the tall elms cast a pleasant shade over the rustic graves—a momentary stoppage took place.
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