She loved to walk through the gardens, graced with columns that loomed overhead. Anna leaned over so that he needed only to whisper. They joined the rabble of aspiring James Deans in torn jeans and bomber jackets and girls with Clairol black hair smoking clove cigarettes. It was a moment or two before Gerald realised that he could feel the fluttering of her pulse beneath the light touch he had on her wrist, and that her fingers were trembling in his. Why? Because he knew that when these two young people left, the island would become intolerable.
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