A white house that she often found charming loomed gray and ashen, its gardens shorn for the coming winter. ” “Go ahead. John eased off. He was human. Without preamble, in a voice of extreme exasperation, he demanded, ‘Now what the devil’s to do? What in God’s name do you mean by sending Gerald such a ridiculous letter? Never read anything half as crazy. The villain has enjoyed his security too long. But it was only when that damned scoundrel nearly spitted you in the chapel—’ He broke off and, to her intense satisfaction she saw he was not as much in command of himself as he would have her believe. He was draining a glass, and as he set it down he shuddered.
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