’ Gerald’s jaw tightened. Charity for the ragtag and the bobtail of the Seven Seas, and none for his own flesh and blood. And all the old—the old trick of shrinking up like a snail at a touch. She answered weakly, “I’m fine, John. If it were but the question of his reason for marrying her, the solution would have been simple. She had thought it a mirror, because it was her.
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