The sky beyond was a surreal color of pink that reminded her of the windows she had once been entranced by at the castle chapel, their leaden lines depicting old religious stories and sufferings. The windows were still darkened—perhaps she was not home yet. Ennison,” she exclaimed, “is that really you?” There was no sign of embarrassment in her manner. \"Sorry. I swear it. 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. She was always asking questions about her mother and supplying the answers.
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