’ Gerald ignored this. Don’t think I can’t sympathize and understand. ‘But who was he, Gerald?’ ‘A damned condottiere,’ exploded Gerald, forgetting his company. His tongue was hot. “Agreed,” he said with queer exaltation, and his grip tightened on her hand. By instinct. “I’ll run, too,” she volunteered. Anna tore it open and passed it to Courtlaw. Kneebone, who began to feel sleepy, wound it up, and snuffed the candles.
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