All this was the work of a minute. The lamp was spreading soot over everything and the reek of kerosene was stronger than usual. ’ He sighed, spread his hands quite in her own manner, and fluttered his lashes. ” He was bereft of words for a moment, and in that moment she escaped, having passed him on deftly to one of the later arrivals. And thus it was that she came upon a book of Stevenson's verse—her first adventure into poetry. ‘You would read my mind?’ Gerald was pretty certain he already had, but he did not say so. I don’t want you to talk to me now.
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