A piece of old blanket was fastened across her shoulders, and she had no other clothing except a petticoat. ‘Gérard!’ ‘Yes, it’s I,’ he said, and grinned. Conscious of Mrs. Lucy had snuck in the back door by the kitchen and Sheila was ready for her, standing between the stove 124 and the refrigerator. She never questioned the motives of the characters; she had neither the ability nor the conceit for that; but she could and often did correct his lapses in colour. ‘Again you seek to interfere in my affairs?’ ‘I did warn you I had every intention of doing so,’ said Gerald.
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