It was a moment or two before Gerald realised that he could feel the fluttering of her pulse beneath the light touch he had on her wrist, and that her fingers were trembling in his. Let me go, Sir. Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. 132 “I thought you wanted me—you told me so when we kissed in the park!” He cried.
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