Who? Could it be Gerald? Quickly, she looked back at Gosse’s face, and found him frowning. Each arm of the blouse had the faintest of rings around the elbow, a stain that looked familiar. Such an obvious ruse, but the boys and girls would defend their pride to the bitter end, the facade of study groups during rutting season. On the floor was a handkerchief, a little morsel of lace. It was evident the lady’s servant knew his mistress, for he had come equipped with a tray upon which reposed a decanter and two glasses. There were seven tales in all—short stories—a method of expression quite strange to her, after the immense canvases of Dickens and Hugo.
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