Ruth felt his hand grow cold as it slipped from hers. "Thank you, sir," said Spurlock, holding out his hand. She dressed quickly, pulling on white jeans and a red tee shirt. I wrenched this off, and in an envelope addressed to me in faded ink, I found the locket and the pearls. The Jacobite daws want a scarecrow. It’s the rarest luck, the wildest, most impossible accident. The fibre of his soul had to be tested, queerly, to make him worthy of you. ‘Comment? What do you say?’ Gerald looked down into her face, and found himself touched by the uncertainty he saw there.
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