But Gerald wouldn’t hear of it. But I was portentous, I can assure you. If only there had not been this single torturing thought—a mere pin-prick, but still curiously persistent. I am having them to my own soirée on Monday. The discussion wandered, and was punctuated with bread and butter. This island was the one haven he had; he might be forced to remain here for several years—until the Hand had forgotten him. But you——” Something seemed to catch his breath. Do anything to please you, Vee.
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