1 through 1. “I may go to Hatton House later, but you needn’t wait. The likelihood is that I shan’t see the wench again. I want a walk. ” “And you?” Annabel exclaimed. " "I'm sorry. Wood," said the lady bridling up, "my request may, perhaps, have some weight with you. 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. The day was so darkly overcast that she had to turn on the small white porcelain lamp that sat upon the makeup crowded vanity.
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