Wait!" He released himself from his aunt's embrace, ran to the trunk and fetched the old coat. Wood did think of it, and groaned aloud. If there is, it’s a mere wrapping—there’s better underneath. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. Gerald was instantly on the alert.
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