She crouched beneath a stump, her extremities twitching as the sun set orange and blue beyond the lace of iron-black trees. She spoke readily enough, but there was a new timidity in her manner. Would Gerald wish his friend to follow the man? He had hardly registered the decision that he had best do so, albeit with some reluctance, when his trained senses alerted him to an extraordinary circumstance. He forces an engagement upon her. ’ So that was it. Later, she understood his reasons; and it had now become habit.
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