‘Fiddle, Gerald. She sat very still, and his eyes rested on that ornament for a moment, and then travelled slowly to her wrist and the soft lines of her forearm. “I do hope I have been able to make you understand how I feel, that you don’t consider me a hopeless prig. Of course there were goats.
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