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She looked at him confusedly, his black hair glinting under the dim lights. He was a just man, and he did not care to start any thunder which was not based upon fairness. ’ Pierced to the heart by the poignancy of this utterance, Gerald could neither move nor speak. Gerald doubted there would be many eager suitors, even assuming the comtesse was keen to marry off her daughter to a foreign protestant. Aware of the footman hovering, and the hackney coachman’s curious eyes looking down from his box, Gerald leaned a little towards her and spoke in a lowered tone. She had time in the afternoons to do crewelwork and embroidery, no longer occupied by the constant spinning of wool. She had once reconciled in her mind that she was happy as long as she had him. ’ ‘Yes, but I’m afraid I am far too interested to stop mixing myself in your affairs,’ Gerald said ruefully. I have sinned deeply; but I have been sorely tried. Tell him about the island, the coconut dance, the wooden tom-toms; read to him. “I don’t take any prisoners, John! You do not want this life!” “Yes I do! I am an adult.
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