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Gerald lost his head. As the Wastrel rushed, Spurlock sidestepped, swept the ball into his hand, set himself and threw it. The challenge gave her courage. Don’t touch the handle, Annabel! Curse the thing, you’ve jammed it now. ‘I dropped the lantern,’ Jack’s muffled voice told her. “And to think that it’s not a full year ago since I was a black-hearted rebel school-girl, distressed, puzzled, perplexed, not understanding that this great force of love was bursting its way through me! All those nameless discontents—they were no more than love’s birth-pangs. It will take at least three weeks. Do you know what? You're some sea goddess and you're only fooling us. Where is Sir Rowland?" "In the library, your ladyship.
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