The knight and his followers crossed the threshold, leaving one of the torch-bearers behind them. Man or woman. ’ ‘Yes, I’m sorry about that,’ Gerald uttered in a rueful tone. She could almost smell her mother’s attar of white roses and lemon verbena with the memory of the story. You cannot tell whether you know him or not until you have seen him. It was not due to shyness: it was the inherent instinct of the Woman, a protective fear that she must retain some elements of mystery in order to hold the interest of the male. Beware of him, my son! Beware of him! You know not what villany he is capable of.
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