” She smiled at him, an understanding smile, but her words defied him. “I’d give anything to kiss your neck. Loneliness—something that was almost physical: as if the vitality had been taken out of the air she breathed. Gerald doubted there would be many eager suitors, even assuming the comtesse was keen to marry off her daughter to a foreign protestant. It had been intensified and corrupted by time, as if to add insult to injury. And if she is not a nun, nor a refugee, and yet is entirely English, I’m hanged if I know what she is. She calls us her guests, but in reality we are her prisoners. You care for me just a little, I know. " "Do you want me to tell her that I am grateful?" "Well, aren't you?" "I don't know; I really don't know. Ten years of military life had taught him caution, but only strengthened a fearless zest for diving into any promising adventure with unalloyed enjoyment. And now let's go back to the Shovels, and finish our brandewyn and bier, Muntmeester.
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