’ ‘Yes, but I need a word with Gerald,’ protested the captain, hanging back. It’s a tremendous blow, of course—but it doesn’t kill me. In the old days he had been something of an athlete—a runner, an oarsman, and a crack at tennis. Recovering himself quickly his instinct of self-defence was quicker than his recollection of Anna’s presence.
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