Why in heaven’s name didn’t I think of that before?’ ‘What are you talking of?’ ‘Never mind that now. It’s got to be at last like tobacco-ash over all my sayings and doings. “Annabel at last,” he shouted. The tail-ender of this little caravan, he had been rather out of it. I can’t just go up to Josh and ask him out, even though I fantasize about doing just that all the time. I am quite indiscriminate, I assure you. ‘Well, I can see you won’t let it alone, so what do you propose to do about the wench?’ ‘I’ll die before I let it alone,’ Gerald vowed. His gaze drawn, Gerald watched him dip to pick up a crushed square of white linen and a starched object that resembled a helmet.
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