There was absolute quiet. She sat on the edge of her bed and looked about her, at her room, at the row of black-covered books and the pig’s skull. And pouring the contents of a small powderflask into a bumper of brandy, he tendered him the mixture. ’ Gerald knew the caress in his voice was a trifle ironic. ‘Laisse-moi,’ she threw at him, her brief attack of sobs already ended, although the trace of tears on her cheeks bore witness to its sincerity.
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