’ ‘Only in hot blood, eh?’ grinned Gerald. Wait, though. “You are of the genus obstinate,” he said. He was perched on the very edge of the leather seat of the coach, his threecornered hat twisting nervously in his hands, and from time to time he passed a tongue over dry lips. The girl had told him distinctly that her name was Anna. You are your own Heaven and your own Hell, Lucy.
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