His only warning was a gleam of silver in the faint spill of light from the house above. Aware of the footman hovering, and the hackney coachman’s curious eyes looking down from his box, Gerald leaned a little towards her and spoke in a lowered tone. " "My coat, please. I can fairly understand Ruth; but you…!" "Have you ever been so lonely that the soul of you cried in anguish? Twentyfour hours a day to think in, alone?… Perhaps I did not want to go mad from loneliness. For fifteen years!—so long as I can remember! All I wanted was a little love, a caress now and then. Blood dripped down one side of her forehead.
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