’ A trifle discomposed at being caught examining his surroundings, Gerald was provoked into retort. They don’t now. I am not prying for my own amusement. Here we go, thought Gerald. ” Capes watched the limpid water dripping from his oar. Sydney sprang up. They turned off at Glen Grove, a sleepy town of less than two hundred.
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