Rummage, my boy, do. He stole his chance and thrust his hand towards hers. ‘Come, mademoiselle. Why else?’ Gerald stared at her blankly. ‘Up, Jacques, up,’ she ordered. Gerald guessed she was biting her tongue on an explosive retort as she eyed him. I'm about to ring for supper. G.
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