“Are you cold?” He asked her, cocking his head to one side like a puppy, so close that the heat of his words warmed her cheek. “Thanks, Mister McCloskey. If you know her for the vicious, scheming wretch that she is, why in God’s name—?’ ‘She’s not a vicious, scheming wretch,’ Gerald said calmly. His face was white. Though nearly dark, there was still light enough left to enable him to discern surrounding objects. " And, having partaken of a hasty breakfast, he set out.
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