To prevent the leaves from blowing about, should a blow develop, he distributed paper weights. She looked from Anna, who was far too nice-looking to be travelling about alone, to that reassuring pile of luggage, and wrinkled her brows thoughtfully. She could not see clearly. Spurlock plodded through the heavy sand, leaden in the heart and mind as well as in the feet. She could not speak. ‘You would read my mind?’ Gerald was pretty certain he already had, but he did not say so. His face was much handsomer than Gianfrancesco’s, his lips thinner, his brow much more noble and wise. Never had he been so intrigued.
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