She had been sitting on the bench for two and a half hours, which was uneventful except for the homeless men who begged for change. ’ ‘A very low stratagem, Hilary,’ Gerald said, turning on his captain with mock severity. She had slept badly at first in a long chair next to the fire waiting for him to return, but caught on after that. Of this I'm certain, however, she was much too good for him, and was never meant to be a journeyman carpenter's wife, still less what is she now. ’ There was a kind of aching hunger in Gerald’s gaze. It wasn’t. It's as strong, if not stronger, than this. "That is good. She was very pretty. She could still remember herself at age five, staring knives and daggers at the men who came into the small yarn shop, under pretense of business but really just to leer. She thought of them as fools, but had been sorry to see them go.
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