I picked up her handkerchief on the floor. Sometimes she missed her cue and nodded affirmatively when the gesture should have been the reverse; and Prudence would send her a sharp glance of disapproval. ‘Where’s the sense in running away?’ ‘Doesn’t trust me,’ Gerald said briefly. She remembered Taber's hat.
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