‘You would read my mind?’ Gerald was pretty certain he already had, but he did not say so. Aunt and niece regarded each other silently. It was as though he were personally aggrieved. Further on, there was a small chandler's shop, where Jack observed an old woman seated at the counter, attended by a little girl. He too was flushed and ruffled; one side of his collar had slipped from its stud and he held a hand to the corner of his jaw. But he seized the chance to entrap her fingers, fan and all, and look deeply into her eyes. JACK SHEPPARD.
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