” She gazed at him. She imagined herself on a barren 41 plain, post-Apocalypse, convulsing, waiting to die with the cockroach. He grabbed her wrist and prised the weapon from her fingers, ignoring her other hand that clawed at his to try to retain the trophy. Wood, Sir," he added, with much emotion, "is one of the best of men, and would be the happiest, were it not that—" and he hesitated. ’ ‘Will you go back there?’ asked Gerald. A momentary petrifaction, and terror had lent wings to her feet. “I heard nothing,” he declared, “and my ears are good. Her grave fine face, her warm clear complexion, had already aroused his curiosity as he had gone to and fro in Morningside Park, and here suddenly he was near to her and talking freely and intimately.
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