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I don’t feel it. ” He was dressed in his uniform of a Polo shirt and twill pants. But on arriving in the tattered saloon where he and Melusine had hidden, a shock awaited Gerald. The spinsters had purchased one grass-linen tablecloth; the girl and the young man had purchased nothing. "We've heard coming and going. \"May I come in?\" His bravado was increasing. And yet, often when alone, he wondered: had McClintock been wrong, or had she ceased to care in that way? The possibility that she no longer cared should have filled him with unalloyed happiness, whereas it depressed him, cut the natural vanity of youth into shreds and tatters. ” “It wouldn’t be you either. ’ ‘Only in hot blood, eh?’ grinned Gerald. At the Palazzo she had been confined to her own sunny windowed quarters most of the time, but she had the entire run of the inside of the manor. "She's glorious!" He knew that he must hoodwink this keeneyed Scot, even as he must hoodwink everybody: publicly, the devoted husband; privately, the celibate. Lord knew why he had any interest in an impertinent girl who would certainly have spit him with that dagger! He reached into his pocket and brought it out, examining it in the increasing light as he slowly made his way back up the terrace.
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