It was a moment or two before Gerald realised that he could feel the fluttering of her pulse beneath the light touch he had on her wrist, and that her fingers were trembling in his. " "They always act like that after drink," said Ruth, casually. " "Poor soul!—poor soul!" groaned Wood, brushing the tears from his vision. “Oh, yes,” the stranger remarked good-humouredly. ” She relented. She crushed the letter in her hand.
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