Sorrow lay in the back of his mind as he withdrew, but he put it aside. Gerald, intent on his trail, ignored it. To witness this girl sewing on a loose button, flopping the coat about on her knees, tickled his ironic sense of humour; and laughter bubbled into his throat. Sydney was watching her eagerly. "All life is a muddle, and we are all muddlers, more or less. She moaned as he buried himself completely to the hilt. Besides, my husband has shares in Sir John’s company.
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