‘For God’s sake, let go my hand,’ he begged. I was just like a sort of dummy that does things as it is told—that is to say, as the strings are pulled. Some of the delicate colour which the afternoon walk had brought into her cheeks had already returned. It was exactly as Sebastian had foreseen.
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