’ Authority had won again, Gerald thought with satisfaction. Manning’s proposal of marriage. His eyes never left her face. You forget all the mass of training and tradition and instinct that go to make him a tolerable master. He could see lust virtually dripping from the dark-haired boy’s maw as she teased every last note from her shuddering violin, the devil in a black skirt. Whenever you grow impatient with her, remember the folly of her father. Let me lie in Willesden churchyard. ’ ‘I’m that sorry, miss,’ Kimble said glumly.
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