She looked at him mournfully. ’ ‘Yes, but I’m afraid I am far too interested to stop mixing myself in your affairs,’ Gerald said ruefully. He wore a battered sunhelmet, a loin-cloth and a pair of dilapidated canvas shoes. He stood up and she ushered him out of the small room. Rhea commanded her. He was silent. A nod was exchanged.
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