She could tell it was new territory for him and he might lose the nerve to take them off himself, without the aid of drink. The oblique ruddy lighting distorted them oddly, made queer bars and patches of shadow upon their clothes. At last his voice came to release her tension. “Do you think it is fair of you to persecute me just now?” “It is not persecution, Anna,” he answered gently. The odour of kerosene permeated the bungalow; but Ruth mitigated the nuisance to some extent by burning native punk in brass jars. If Gerald knew, what should stop Gosse from finding out? Perhaps he was even now at the lawyer.
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