"Thanks," he said, holding out a thin white hand. . " "A short man, isn't he, about your height, Sir,—with a yellow beard, and a face as sly as a fox's?" "Hem!" replied Wood, coughing slightly to conceal a smile; "the description's not amiss. Her eyes fell, and then sought his again with timid interest. . " She made the companion without touching stay or rail, which necessitated a fine sense of balance, for there was a growing vigour to the wind and a corresponding lift to the roll of the sea. Apparently I’m not to exist yet. It was a moment or two before Gerald realised that he could feel the fluttering of her pulse beneath the light touch he had on her wrist, and that her fingers were trembling in his. ’ But the nun’s eyes had caught Gerald behind and she took instant umbrage.
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