” True summer descended like a sticky fever upon August’s arrival, bringing with it miasmas of humidity that seemed to hang from the trees like mucus. Nothing can alter my determination. Something like a snarl crossed his face, and ignoring the pistol, he moved forward, seizing her shoulders. ’ ‘Fiddle,’ scoffed Miss Froxfield. ’ ‘Lucky indeed,’ answered Gerald, glancing at the pair again.
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