If only there had not been this single torturing thought—a mere pin-prick, but still curiously persistent. His gaze drawn, Gerald watched him dip to pick up a crushed square of white linen and a starched object that resembled a helmet. I’ve always wanted to look older. ‘Still more would I be so if he had come himself to tell me this.
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