Thames unfolded the drawing, smoothed out its creases, and beheld a portrait of himself. You didn’t see me fall into a swoon when you cursed just now, did you?’ ‘I’m beginning to doubt if anything less than a sledgehammer would send you into a swoon,’ Gerald retorted. Winter came: rainy, damp, and savage. I’ve—dreads. I have written, called—of what avail is anything—against that look. I have—run away. ’ ‘Alone, miss?’ ‘Certainly alone.
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