Gerald’s thoughts raced as he reached out supporting hands and murmured meaningless phrases to soothe. Enschede—that's a queer name. Sheila pounded the kitchen table, causing the bell jar with the silk flowers to tip over and roll to the floor. Gerald’s gaze bored into hers. “Why won’t you sleep in my bed tonight, Lucia, where 80 it’s warm?” He asked her one night, teasing but mournful, as she stood in her bedroom doorway in a long white gown. . Anyhow, she’s disappeared for some reason or other. Ramage came for her at her lodgings, and she met him graciously and kindly as a queen who knows she must needs give sorrow to a faithful liege.
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