Never again would he repeat that kiss; but at night when they separated, he would touch her forehead with his lips, and sometimes he would hold her hand in his and pat it. " "My God!" cried Trenchard, stunned by the intelligence, "I have killed her. Stanley. ” She gave herself permission now to look at this squarely. " He patted her hand.
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