Wood. Not once during the ceremony did the two look at each other, but riveted their gaze upon the lips of the man who was forging the bands: gazed intensively, as if they feared the world might vanish before the last word of the ceremony was spoken. ‘Good God! Everett Charvill, as I live. "I'm sure he won't attempt to prevent me," rejoined Thames. Like a nightmare memory that returned again and again to haunt her. ‘Well, if that’s what the good Lord wants, then you’ll just have to accept it. "Jack!" she cried, raising her head. Brendon told him the name of a distant restaurant and sprang in by her side.
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