’ ‘Yes, I know,’ Gerald put in with an irrepresssible chuckle. Beauty doesn’t mean, never has meant, anything—anything at all but you. “What have you done to yourself?” he muttered. He stared at her breasts while he touched them. ’ ‘But I can’t leave you, miss. "Your worry is needless. A piece of old blanket was fastened across her shoulders, and she had no other clothing except a petticoat.
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