‘Don’t even think of it,’ warned Gerald, in the voice generally reserved for his men. As the movie reached its predictable apex, she clutched his right knee in a careful imitation of fear. He beamed a little as she disappeared into the orchestra room, a cacophony of tuning instruments. "My coat!" he repeated, his glance burning into hers. He seemed so clean anyway, his fair 215 skin, his light brown hair, there almost seemed to be no point. She arrived about nine o’clock the next evening in a state of tremulous enthusiasm. A scene now ensued, highly characteristic of the age, and the occasion.
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