There’s sure to be a place somewhere. 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. The thin stream of blood on which her eyes were fastened with a nameless horror reached almost to her feet. " "Never," echoed Smith, emphatically, "upon my honour. ‘I dropped the lantern,’ Jack’s muffled voice told her.
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