’ Gerald remained infuriatingly calm. If he died, here in this hotel, who would care? Or if she died, who would care? A queer desire blossomed in her heart: to go to him, urge him to see the folly of trying to forget. He looked at it eagerly, but made no movement to take it. ‘Sapristi,’ he gasped. So he made his dispositions and went off on some other fool’s errand. The air was sweet with the perfume of flowers, and the melody of murmuring insects, the blue sky was cloudless, the heat of the sun was tempered by the heather-scented west wind. Through fire and water, through penury and pestilence, your hand will always be on his shoulder.
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