He wanted her named Mary. Gerald crossed back to the window. His eyes never left her face. The fascination of the idea of throwing himself upon his knees and crying out all that was in his heart! As his eyes began to focus objects, he saw one of her arms extended upon the counterpane, in his direction, the hand clenched tightly. Best assured of that. “That sounds so uncouth,” she murmured. ‘Tell me about the convent? Were you happy there? They were kind to you, the nuns?’ ‘Oh, but yes. Then the work is optional; they go on their own. I'm not particular what or where. ’ ‘Even if they militiamen weren’t there, miss,’ cautioned her cavalier, ‘you couldn’t go marching into the house open like.
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