’ ‘Damn you, I should have beaten you,’ Gerald swore, holding fast to his corner of the little square of linen. Manning regarded her thoughtfully for a moment and stroked his mustache. She could run away from him, if she wished, as she had run away from her father; she could carry out the original adventure. Her roving eagerness was at all times shaded with shyness, reserve, repression. ’ ‘What of your grandfather?’ Her lips parted in surprise. ’ ‘I didn’t say I did not enjoy it,’ Gerald protested. Not at all.
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