‘Do you not understand that I can trust no one—no one?’ ‘That is a pity,’ Gerald said, rising to face her. Who is it?” The man came a little further into the room. The slack of her ridinghabit and full under-petticoats was gathered into her left hand, and her booted ankles were visible as she held the skirts well out of her way. I once saw a man die after collapsing that way. Jove, he didn’t take to it kindly, I can tell you.
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