Lucy did her best to avoid talking about it, but the subject was beguiling, as it almost always brought news about him from the grapevine within which Michelle was intravenously entwined. ’ Gerald started. He reappeared in street clothes, his cropped hair not even damp from the shower, fresh-faced and sweetsmelling. The call of youth to youth, and we name it love for want of something better: a glamorous, evanescent thing "like snow upon the desert's dusty face, lighting a little hour or two, was gone. But I am here. I proceeded to Manchester, to investigate the matter further, and when there ascertained, beyond a doubt, that you were the eldest daughter of Sir Montacute Trenchard. Not alone with her, that’s sure. What was the wench at? Yet he could not maintain this stand off forever.
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