I am far too much the gentleman. Well, I'd no idea," she continued, pursuing her ruminations as she left the room, "that people of quality laughed so. CHAPTER XXIX. It was a moment or two before Gerald realised that he could feel the fluttering of her pulse beneath the light touch he had on her wrist, and that her fingers were trembling in his. “You remind me of the story which they tell against us over here, you know—of the Englishman who refused to be saved from drowning because he was unacquainted with his rescuer. Completely overcome by fatigue, with strained muscles, and bruised hands; streaming with perspiration, and with lips so parched that he would gladly have parted with a treasure if he had possessed it for a draught of water; he sank against the wall, and while in this state was seized with, a sudden and strange alarm. ” Lucy had not touched Sebastian or made love to him in years. He tasted like cinders and ash, but not of smoke. The young man's imagination suddenly pictured the man as a rock, loosed from its ancient bed, crumbling as it fell.
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