’ Gerald knew the caress in his voice was a trifle ironic. She tugged at my coat and said, ‘I know of the blue-eyed maid. Michelle was only a junior, the same year as herself. She spoke with an entirely false note of cheerful offhandedness. I mystify you; I can see that. And, when I have seen him pining away before my eyes, getting thinner and thinner every day, I have sometimes thought my prayers were heard. The sky was cloudless, effulgent blue. ’ ‘Probably not.
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