She turned the gas up in her little sitting-room, and sank wearily into an easy chair. ‘No sense in snooping about down here,’ Gerald whispered. The salt air was fresher than the stale air in the manor. “Your teeth are chattering! I’ll make you some hot chocolate!” Cathy cried. One cannot trust any man at all.
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