Her hair had begun to grow back, it now swept to her shoulders. ‘But who was he, Gerald?’ ‘A damned condottiere,’ exploded Gerald, forgetting his company. Seeing the footman about to follow her in, Gerald clamped a hand onto his shoulder. For some seconds of voluminous thinking they looked at the ring between them, and neither spoke. It was in another world from that in which men will die for a kiss, and touching hands lights fires that burn up lives—the world of romance, the world of passionately beautiful things. Jack turned away with an aching heart. If only he had known it, sympathy was almost entirely with him. ” “Isn’t it enough that I love you? Turn me now.
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