‘Go on, Gerald. A blow from the iron bar instantly stretched the ruffian on the floor. For a moment or two Gerald stood in the total silence of amazement, his pistol up and pointing, aware that Hilary was likewise stunned, standing with halfdrawn sword. He saw rifts in clouds—sunshine. Eventually her movements carried her to the little stand at the side of the bed. 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.
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