Ann Veronica jumped up to get her the cardtable. Gerald reached out a hand to stop her. Then she put more coal on, piled it over the ashes, and stood once more upright. She closed her eyes and felt again an echo of the swamping warmth that had attacked her when his lips met hers. Capes went first, finding footholds and, where the drops in the strataedges came like long, awkward steps, placing Ann Veronica’s feet. Mirrors. Of course he hadn't played the game wisely. .
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