His cigar burnt out between his fingers, and he threw it impatiently away. ” “Then condemn me to Hell. Her little white hand stole across the table. ” He looked at her anxiously, and she met his glance with a dazzling smile of gratitude. ‘Where’s the sense in running away?’ ‘Doesn’t trust me,’ Gerald said briefly. I'll call it my wedding gift.
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