She was glad when he went on: “I want to be your city of refuge from every sort of bother. ’ ‘Me, miss?’ uttered Mrs Ibstock doubtfully. Let me see now. Part 2 When at last she did so, the sapphire ring took on a new quality in the imagination of Capes. ’ She grasped the girl’s arm. ’ She sipped at the liquid in her glass, but her eyes remained fixed, rather unnervingly, on Gerald. She felt herself falling, her bile rising in her 61 throat, the cold wind spinning around her like vertigo.
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